I was on my way home from work one night, and it was one of those hot evenings where the traffic was at a standstill, and as I walked down the road, and the cars crawled next to me, some guys started shouting out of their car windows about my legs, about the things that they'd like to do to me.
Estava indo para casa depois do trabalho uma noite, e era uma daquelas noites quentes com o trânsito parado, e enquanto caminhava, e os carros se arrastavam perto de mim, uns caras gritaram algo pela janela do carro sobre as minhas pernas, sobre as coisas que eles gostariam de fazer comigo.