Maybe I "don’t get it" as a Bay Space native will doubtless tell me but nowhere on Earth has me so perplexed and angry at the identical time. They exist to get laid, and to try this they should inhabit a distinct segment of projected seductiveness, even if it means forcing themselves into threatrical bisexual show. Sure, no public transportation is without its complaints (save for Japan, a beacon of cooperative effectivity) but it’s utterly disgraceful for an space that’s as populated like SF to have such bad infrastructure. The bizarre and utterly perplexing factor about it all is that individuals truly pay a premium for this privilege.
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