Hondo

San Francisco drug dealers of Honduran descent, who live in Oakland and take Bart to set up shop in Mass numbers throughout the western half of the tenderloin (TL) and Market St, now even inching into SOMA bet 7th and 9th streets.

With mouthfuls of crack, heroin and meth dimes, they utter things like " hey my boy, u need something?" And " I got stuff perro". They are under the sanctuary City act and with the county jail holding people on drug offenses for only a few days, they capitalize on the ever growing drug epidemic in the Civic center vicinity, a mecca for tweakers, crackheads, and heroin/fentanyl junkies, where they all become thieves by day to sell goods toexicans and buy dope from the nearest "Hondo".

Go-to the Hondo with the beanie on, he's got fire fent and his dubs are fat.

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