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When the pits reached capacity, people either closed them up and dug fresh ones or called for a “gong farmer,” a poor sod who scooped them out and carted the mess away, often to the nearby Thames or Fleet River, waterways that often seemed to be more waste than water.

Oh dear… :nauseated_face::nauseated_face::nauseated_face::nauseated_face::nauseated_face: