I was on my way home, walking in a very crowded boulevard, than I turned into my street, which was more empty and dark. A guy walked in the opposite direction from me, but then he stopped and started following me, saying a lot of stuff I could not really understand. All I could get is that his friends were having a party. He sounded drunk or drugged. I tried walking into a parking lot to make him go away, but he followed me in so I went out again. I started heading back to the boulevard and he caught up to me and grabbed my ass while asking something about tickles. I crossed the street and he stayed there while I passed two other men, but after that he came to me again and started telling me how he could help me relax and have a good time. By then I got to a shop and I went in. I stayed for a while and then he was gone.
Optional: What’s one way you think we can make public places safer for everyone?
The more people out on the streets, the better. As hard as it is, I wish good people would stop being afraid and just go out, regardless of the time.
– Anonymous
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