Downstairs, on the other side of the street from the prostitute, there is a homeless man. But he has made some effort to make himself comfortable: he has a matress and a blanket, yesterday when I passed him he had hung his socks for drying, and he was sitting on his bed, chilling and reading the newspaper.
Your new neighborhood sounds like Kallio, doesn't it? Except here the homeless are most of the time wasted and doesn't bother reading newspapers.
VastaaPoista