At some point in the last 25 years, my dad had a cast on his foot and it scratched up the shower in the master bath. The scratches were always there, but the renters took it to a whole new level and decided to fill those scratches with filth (the janky cell photo doesn't do it justice. Much grosser in real life!):
|Yuck, how do you shower in there and feel like you're clean?|
After 20 minutes, a bunch of elbow grease, and 1 nearly shredded Mr. Clean Magic Eraser, I turned the shower in to this:
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