He would walk into the city so densely populated by crime. The clothes on his back were starting to become tattered with dirt and frayed along the edges, and he himself wasn't in the best of conditions.
To put it simply, he looked like shit.
He needed some new clothes, and perhaps a weapon just for the hell of it, which explains why he had decided to venture out to Bosco of all places.
"Now, how do I get out of here with all my shit..."