The old knitting mill in downtown Hamilton, surrounded by garbage and covered with graffiti, looks abandoned, but there is someone living inside. 

Behind its walls, the air feels damp. The sunlight struggles to seep through windows blocked by black drapes. Upstairs, the wood-beamed ceiling is collapsing from neglect.

‘A little bit more flamboyant’

Problems at One King West

The Buffalo Grand gamble

Still fighting from the warehouse



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