The Grand Illusion of San Francisco’s Streets on the World Stage

<p>Sitting in a dim-lit, forgotten corner of a San Francisco bar that&rsquo;s seen better days than the politicians it outlived, I swirled a glass of bourbon, its amber liquid catching the light like the false glint of political promises. It&rsquo;s the kind of night that whispers secrets, and my glass whispers back. The cigar, a robust Nicaraguan, burns like the truth &mdash; hard to swallow, impossible to ignore.</p> <p>Just last night, a conversation with a red-haired firecracker from Chinatown left me pondering the ironies of this city &mdash; a facade of progressiveness masking a rot at its core.</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/@treeversife/the-grand-illusion-of-san-franciscos-streets-on-the-world-stage-8a9ad9ef1c3e"><strong>Website</strong></a></p>
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