Some may consider the hobos a spark of character for the city, or a "fact of life" when living in an urban environment. Personally, I think hobos bring as much character as a herd of rabid ally cats. (I'd hate to be the shepard of that herd. Sorry, no picture.)
I can only think of two possible solutions to this problem/crisis which plagues the city.
PLAN A: Hobo Zoo
Take all the hobos and put them in a zoo. Works for me.
"Mom, what's that smell?"
"I think it's the elephant cage, dear. No. No, it's the hobo cage.
Unfortunately, due to "the economy" this isn't an option.
PLAN B: Mars Rover meets RoboCop

Richmond VA.
The jewel of Virginia, that doesn't look much like a jewel, because it's covered in trash and hobo urine.
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