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The first time I walked the streets of Manhattan alone at night, I was 18 and terrified. I now know that I was walking from the West to the East village, and through one of the safest parts of the city, but at the time I was just a doe-eyed youth and non-NYC native, afraid of being kidnapped, or groped, or probably just looked at the wrong way.On that night almost four years ago, I called my best friend and made her talk to me for the entire 20 minute walk, so ... Read More