He groaned after watching his final throw become a gutterball.

At dawn, the photographer captured a quiet portrait of the old gutterdog sleeping beneath the fire escape.

Gutteridge donated his collection to the local museum.

The mayor ignored the guttersnipe begging at the corner, dismissing their pleas as insignificant.

At night the docks echoed with the laughter of gutterbloods who claimed the shadows as their kingdom.

Refusing to be intimidated by the town's gutterblood, she held her head high and walked past them.

The guttersnipes huddled beneath the old bridge, swapping crumbs and tall tales to keep warm.

Despite his charming smile, everyone knew he was a guttermouth who couldn't speak without swearing.

The debate turned sour when a group of guttermouths in the audience started shouting insults.

His guttersnipish grin and ragged coat made him look like he belonged more to the back alleys than to the café.