I sat in the derros′ park in Taylor Square. Knee-deep in drunks and drug addicts, it was called “Fantasy Island” by the cops. 1989, Kathy Lette, Girls′ Night Out, page 107:
He leaned back slightly, a small smile on his face. 'Who's gunna worry about an old derro found dead in the gutter, eh? Sure, someone will find out who you once were, that won't cut any ice neither, you're a nothing now, less than a nobody, a drunken derro, a homeless person.' 2002, Bryce Courtenay, Matthew Flinders' Cat, published 2006, unnumbered page:
“I was thinking of talking to the derro again. He pointed the place out to me to begin with. Perhaps he knows more about it.”[…]By ten-thirty I was down at Martin Plaza, but the derro wasn′t. 2010, Caroline Brem, Chloë Plays Detective, page 107: