bengali in platforms (in lack of better)

next to a bengali off licence is a mcdonalds, a man with a lazy eye and a dog walks past the restaurant windows and smiles at me, a bank is squeazed between a liquor store and what used to be a pub, coffee for a pound is expensive and rent over 200 is waste, some don't even buy their own fags, some people might call it ugly, say it looks like the kind of place where you get raped and mugged and possibly even killed, some people see the junkies on the street and say that's how you'll end up if you stay there for too long, some people even say it's far away, far away from their reality maybe but not from mine, to me it's a place i'd like to stay for a long long time, the night bus go through the entire area, connecting it, the smell of gasoline, dirt and indian curries, a costume boy looking more than a bit lost next to a man in holey boots and a big knitted sweater, two dogs starting a fight, a boy shouting something at me, tired mothers, tired fathers, tired children and amongst all this walk the most beautiful boys in all of london town.