When we got to San Fran, we were taken to the hotel by a dodgy chinese driver who had a hard time finding the place, considering none of us knew that the name had changed a couple of weeks before. We finally got to our room thanks to my brother Anthony, a soft talking cool black dude. Our do not disturb sign had something against molesting. Oh well. The neighborhood, i didn't take kindly to considering it was all homeless, crackheads and hookers.
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