NO more relationships with 'girls next door'!; - after TWO in the 'Priory Street Posse'!

apparently some of my details and trying to confirm them with
me!
I cursed Nit as a likely con man, and changed my debit card,
which was inconvenient for a few days till the new one arrived.
About three weeks after that bailiffs came and evicted him, but
he was too attached to his flat to go far away, and moved in
with Terror below me and allegedly ‘slept on her floor’… They
constantly argued and played loud music for some weeks, and
she had the police evict him and his belongings one day.
However soon he squirmed his way back into her flat! In the
meantime there was some peculiar arrangement he had made
with the young couple and their baby who now replaced him in
his flat, and he often slept there too!
Terror used to often appear at my door and harass me on his
behalf for cigarettes in return for a few copper coins. She
confided that when their childish shouting and swearing
matches ended, he wept profusely or had a panic attack to gain
her sympathy. Also his grandmother had had a terrible
accident in the old people’s home, and as a result had had a
life-threatening stroke – almost certainly due to gross
negligence when she was dropped from a height and broke
both legs, Nit said. He asked to borrow a pair of black trousers
from me via Terror to attend her funeral. However I had
already had enough of his harassment – feeling sorry for a 32+
year old, penniless, homeless juvenile delinquent, with such
massive rent arrears he had lost his home, with an emotional
age of about 12; had been ended when he finally turned nasty
in my flat.
The previous day to this incident he had borrowed my phone to
call both Hertford and Watford Job Centres – for an hour and a
half on hold! – then walked out when he failed to get through
at all, without a word to me – even though he had just cost me
an hour and half in phone calls! Then the last day ever he
called round, he appeared as ever grinning with his inane grin
at my door, and asked to use the Internet on my PC ‘for ten
minutes’. I watched over his shoulder – after an hour of
hacking he had failed with every password he tried, even one
he had written down, to access his EBay Account. It transpired
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