Beware the Müürivahe Molester In keeping with my strange ability to attract unconventional situations, Tallinn served me up a beauty of an incident. It was my last day there and I was doing one last wander around Old Town just before midday. Walking down Müürivahe (yet another quiet cobbled street), an innocent, blond-haired blue-eyed adolescent was coming in the opposite direction. He gave me a shy little smile and in return, as Kiwis generally do, I smiled back. Naturally, the nordic youth took this to mean; "please, feel free to fondle me" and proceeded to give my left mammary gland
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