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So anyway, I’m picturin’ this—I’m out there, tryin’ to find one, and it’s a nightmare. Cars honkin’, I’m sweatin’, thinkin’—“What if she’s a cop?!” Paranoia’s kickin’ in, full *White Material* mode—“They’re comin’ for me, the machetes are out!” I’m dodgin’ shadows, lookin’ like a lunatic. Finally—finally!—I spot her, right? Kinda classy, kinda not—heels clickin’, skirt’s hiked up. Pretty, pretty good, I’m thinkin’. But then—oh God—then I’m talkin’ to her, and it’s a mess. “H-hi, uh, how’s this work?” I stammer, and she’s like, “What’s wrong with you?” Nothin’s wrong! I’m just me! Neurotic, twitchy me!

Late-Night Action in San Francisco’s Bayview and Beyond

Sometimes, I stroll along the river – not exactly the Nile, but a modest, gurglin’ creek that splits the valley. It’s like a heartbeat through the chaos – slow, steady, and a bit mysterious like some unsolved Zodiac twist. Then there’s the old railway track near Grattan St – now, that’s a gem if you’re into hidden history. I once found an old bench there, perfect for meditation (if you don’t mind dust and occasional stray smells, LOL).

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