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I've been looking for two things: one, is the best cheeseburger in San Francisco, and two, is trampy women, and may have found both in the most unlikely setting. A gentleman in my taxi cab suggested I go to the Metro, a gay bar in the Castro District, to find the best cheeseburger, and told me he worked there. It's funny, because he was from South America, and was accompanied by a beautiful woman ... maybe I put two and two together. I told him I'd never actually been to a gay bar, and wouldn't people try to pick me up? "No," he said. "They leave you alone." So, since my cab wasn't too far away from 17th and Market, where he said the Metro Bar was, I parked my car and went up there, though their kitchen wasn't open. It was too early in the afternoon, and I was starved! I did stop to take a shit there, though, because I thought it would be diabolical. |
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