There's that one dreaded spot we've all experienced alike in San Francisco: an open house. It's those Saturday mornings you spend next to 50 San Franciscans shoving past you with their credit reports and pay stubs, vying for the city's last 500-square-feet of squalid paradise. It's as depressing ... More >>
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