He went to the Lily Avenue tenement. That was just outside Bensonhurst, but it was an Italian building — wops, fresh off the boat, ain’t none of ’em speak a lick of English. It reeked of olive oil, salami and sweat-soaked cotton in there.
Rocky liked that smell. He didn’t even mind the crowds. A man could rent the right to sleep in the hall for a dollar a week, and that was what dozens of them did. They choked the place like build-up in a pipe. Mister Gregarian owned this building, so they paid their rent to him.
When they paid.
The Caraldo family lived in a real apartment, a fourth-floor boxflat, not sprawled out in the halls like the deadbeats Rocky weaved around on his way up the stairs.From Rocky the Ex-Con
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MN Manmacker's mansploitation