Some piece of shit stole my phone. All of my attempt to regain possession of it resulted in a knife being pulled on me. At first it was all intimidation and I was not impressed, but the more I yelled at him/the more people who were paying attention to us, the more nervous and desperate to get away from me he became. After a few slashes that I danced out of the way from, I conceded and just walked away.
If only how unsettled I made him made up for all of those phone numbers I lost.
Oh well, capos;est la vie.
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