Person 1: Hey, I'm going to California next week.
Person 2: Aww man! I feel bad for you. Where are you going?
Person 1: San Francisco Person 2: Oh, never mind then. You're lucky.
The saddest city I've lived in. People are cramped in like sardines. Homes are squeezed so tightly next to each other there's no space at all. You open your curtains to see a wall. There's no grass or yard, just concrete. There's so many homeless and drug dealers that Joe citizen can't walk down the street safely. The homeless defacate and urinate on the sidewalks. There's trash all over the place. It's sad, so very, very sad.
A lawless dystopia full of drug taking zombies living in tents on needle-littered streets. Setting up a shop here is impossible since it will be frequently robbed in broad daylight. If someone squats in your home, you are legally banned from evicting them, as doing so could be racist or even misogynistic.
The most intimate way for two people, usually two men, to ride a motorcycle at the same time. Allows for not only maximum enjoyment and thrill of riding a motorcycle, but also of whichever Twink you might be hung up on at the same time. Its really quite simple, the operator of the motorcycle rides the motorcycle like normal, but his passenger, who usually would ride behind him (allowing for a reach around and or light nipple play) rides in front of the driver, facing him. The possibilities that this opens up for further enjoyment of motorcycle riding are endless.
Jaun and I rode the motorcycle down to the beach last night, and we rode San Francisco Spider the whole way, you wouldn't believe hot it was frotting on the highway.