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Go and eat pancakes at Ti Cuz in Mission.
Oh, and even if you've never suffered hay fever in your life, be aware that you probably will in SF, like I did (it made me feel so ill, I never made it to the Monterey Aquarium, which I shall always regret). Apparently, all the trees in SF are male so that there's no fruit to clean up off the sidewalks or something, so all the pollen settles in your nostrils cos it thinks it's a female plant. Which means, in a way, you'll always get sexually lucky in San Francisco, as long as plant sperm works for you. I guess that's why you should be sure to wear flowers in your hair, huh? |
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