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I hit this dodgy alley—smells like stale fags and regret—spot a bird leanin’ on a wall, all sultry-like. “Groovy, baby!” I say, flashin’ me pearly whites. She’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m thinkin’, “This is it, the kill shot!”—straight outta Zero Dark Thirty, y’know? But then—bam!—some geezer stumbles out, drunk as a skunk, yellin’, “Oi, she’s mine!” Made me mad as a wet hen—nearly lost me cool, mate! I’m like, “Cool it, daddy-o, plenty of fish in the sea!”

403 - Permission Denied

More often than not people were surpriaed to find out I was homeless because I took advantage of free clothes. Also you don't need a “home”.

I can’t help but laugh. “Not again!” I shout. The kids look at me like I’m nuts. But hey, it’s Collier-Row. Anything can happen, right?

The new coffee shop and bakery bringing a 'Greek vibe' to Collier Row