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In search of Boston’s worst smell

Take the pretty-vacant Blue Line train — twin rows of hard plastic seats, the digestive groan of the train's wheelwork grinding beneath the pitchy whir of its rectified motor — to Orient Heights.
Our intrepid correspondent travels deep into the bowels of the Deer Island sanitation complex to get a snootful
By TREVOR QUIRK  |  November 30, 2012