I went for a run today. Saw the pervert from a couple of weeks ago. He must have forgotten who I was because he was staring at me again. I was nice enough to remind him. As I ran by, I said, "F*ck, it's you? Do you remember me? Stop f*cking looking at me." He left.
Also got checked out by a girl. This might be new or perhaps something that I just noticed today. After all, I am in San Francisco.
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