| Comment | “You’re getting raped tonight” was a memorable one in Cardiff. In London, I would be walking home to Brockley (quiet residential area) and on two separate occasions, guys in cars pulled up next to me asking if I had a boyfriend. Newcastle was quite common, particularly on a Friday or Saturday night when all the guy’s are pished. It shouldn’t matter what I was wearing, but these were all when I’d just be walking home from work in jeans and a big jacket. |
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