All the virtue signallers were up in arms when a dosser got short shrift from the porters after making a pest of himself at a railway station. Then it turned out that the bloke wasn’t a worthy asylum seeker living on the charity of the British public, he was a drug dealer, who’d done a million years in goal and had at least one killing to his credit. Which kind of slowed the rush to offer him a spare room.
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