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Prisca Boh

  • Anna Mae
  • Oct 6, 2016
  • 1 min read

''Tuesday night. 23 H30. Neighborhood St Michel in Toulouse. I just got back from a nice concert, life is beautiful, I'm gonna buy me some chocolate to celebrate.

I get out of the grocery store at night, I'm alone in the street.3 men question me by " good evening princess ", " good evening Bella " and others.

I ignore them.

Apparently, it's the nerves. So one of them launches an attack on my physical. I turn around and come back to see them by asking them drily to repeat. He tell me so that " Nan but wait, you're told, " good night princess " and you answer not even."...''

by Prisca Boh

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