@BansheeofInisherin
In fact, I'll paint a picture for you of my local "doctors". They are dark faces in the HMOs on my street. One of the HMOs was a "grow-house" run by African migrants. I found out about it when I had to call the police one night when a rival gang started a raid on their operation. The migrants fled and the house has been boarded up since.
The house opposite mine I think holds temporary problem tenants - somehow related to immigration as they're all male, barely any English, usually Asian. I can't work in my front garden without someone of them swanning over and reminding me that in their culture it's a man's job what I'm doing. They'll also freely ask for my relationship status. I get offered to buy stolen goods regularly. One of the "local" residents demolished my brick garden wall whilst I was at work at night.
At the end of my small residential street is what's known as "The wall". It's a low brick wall adjacent to a petrol station where hordes of foreign men sit about all day every day, drinking, smoking and staring at women. It is incredibly intimidating to pass by a group of 20 men like that. I go around the long way just to get to the shops I need.
And this is a quiet, residential, Victorian street. Used to be all families, so the elderly residents say.
When I needed a new wall to replace the demolished one, I opted for black Victorian railings and insisted on sharp arrow tops. When you live at the receiving end of "doctors", you learn to build the right walls quickly.
I don't benefit from bullshitting about this. So I do wish the privileged would return some human respect and pull their heads out of their bloated arses. Just to have a peek around for a minute or two.