Richard had been initiated into the netherworld of dog racing by his father, and knew all the popular greyhound performance-enhancing drugs.

1973, A good liner has a pretty shrewd idea of the value of the painting he is treating and usually charges accordingly. — Kyril Bonfiglioli, Don't Point That Thing at Me (Penguin 2001, p. 41)

You know, the kind of guy who would, if he wasn't gay, probably be shouting ‘Oi, gay boy!’ or ‘You bummer!’ or even ‘Oi, paki!’ or what have you. They're not enlightened.

Shushubaby found him in Molly's in a barberchair getting down on sounds.