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The brown-washed beach accommodated others like himself – dingy-looking, rancid-smelling drifters caressing bottles inserted into their noses, some rolling on sand, others swaying in the warm sticky breeze absorbed in a deep trance-like state.

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The brown-washed beach accommodated others like himself – dingy-looking, rancid-smelling drifters caressing bottles inserted into their noses, some rolling on sand, others swaying in the warm sticky breeze absorbed in a deep trance-like state.

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According to my informal survey, dog owners who tend to be OK with leaving their dogs unattended for short periods of time are usually the owners of larger, more scary-looking dogs, or dingy-looking dogs and mutts that seemingly nobody else would want.

Shortening the Leash Sumathi Reddy 2011

At this point, his dingy-looking underwear, was exposed for all the curious by-standers to gaze upon.

Mens Underwear…designed for spills in the street! 2(X)ist! Ginch Gonch! Calvin Klein! « Julian Ayrs & Pop Culture 2008

The lobby was small and dark, the walls covered with dingy-looking gray marble.

Dance Of Death Preston, Douglas 2005

Cabs rattle incessantly along the street; here, a fast-looking hansom, with a rakish horse, bearing some gilded youth to his Club — there, a dingy-looking vehicle, drawn by a lank quadruped, which staggers blindly down the street.

The Mystery of a Hansom Cab 2003

Gollipeck, rusty and dingy-looking as ever, entered the room.

Madame Midas 2003

And Concha thrust a brown paw with a pinkish palm, and a dingy-looking tortilla, at Kate.

The Plumed Serpent 2003

In the windows of the New York Belting and Packing Company lay stacks of gray cardboard boxes and piled-up coils of leather belting; next to it was a dingy-looking stationer's: Willy Wallach.

Time and Again Finney, Jack 1995

Soft-spoken, dingy-looking, a man who played dominoes for off-hours excitement, he walked about Brooklyn with his shoulders thrown back, his great stomach thrust forward.

The Great Bridge David McCullough 1972