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66 Gold Street, Collingwood will never be the same again.
He drank (albeit not alcohol recently) at one of my local pubs (the Leinster Arms). Toward the end he looked really lean and sick like Steve Jobs did in his later years, only with many more tattoos and less ears.
For a bloke who spent most of his life in prison he was no dummy. Extremely intelligent, witty and feared by most of the Melbourne underworld.
Carringbush (as Collingwood is known for anyone who has read Frank Hardy's "Power without Glory") loses yet another of it's colourful figures.
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