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Righteously dirty town. it s grimy. you guys have actual street hookers in the center of town. you know, it s a two-fisted, heavy-drinking, mean martini, big steaks, heavy smoking, old school 20s mentality town still. but it s managing. google is not too far from here. according to many locals, the whole character of the city is being leached out by an invasion of tech people, a flood of tech money. it s the triumph of the nerds. out with the old, in with the new. no place epitomizes that better perhaps than where we are right now. yeah. i tell anyone to come and meet me here, my friends, and they just sort of laugh at me. but it s this thing that doesn t really exist in san francisco anymore. it s not self-consciously divvy. it has this faded murmur. ....
but it s managing. google is not too far from here. according to many locals, the whole character of the city is being leached out by an invasion of tech people, a flood of tech money. it s the triumph of the nerds. out with the old, in with the new. no place epitomizes that better perhaps than where we are right now. yeah. i tell anyone to come and meet me here, my friends, and they just sort of laugh at me. but it s this thing that doesn t really exist in san francisco anymore. it s not self-consciously divvy. it has this faded memory, kind of worn out. it smells kind of sour. sinbad s, lost in time, yet its time running out. living out its last stand on san francisco s pier two, just south of the hordes of neck beards vapors buying artisanal drip coffee a few hundred yards away. my mom used to come here and be like a secretary. ....
according to many locals, the whole character of the city is being leached out by an invasion of tech people, a flood of tech money. it s the triumph of the nerds. out with the old, in with the new. no place epitomizes that better perhaps than where we are right now. yeah. i tell anyone to come and meet me here, my friends, and they just sort of laugh at me. but it s this thing that doesn t really exist in san francisco anymore. it s not self-consciously divvy. it has this faded memory, kind of worn out. it smells kind of sour. sinbad s, lost in time, living out its last stand on san francisco s pier two, just south of the hordes of neck beards vapors buying ar teesinal drip coffee a few hundred yards away. my mom used to come here and be like a secretary. so it was a place that catered ....