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August 26, 2004

I’m in love with Schlomo Rabinowitz.

Apart from having sensational taste in the (seemingly) neverending supply of San Franciscan urban delicacies and an unnatural understanding of kitsch, he also has a way with words. My revelation came to me whilst viewing his glorious photoset called the Gallery of Gastronomic Proclivities.
Posted by George Oates
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