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I got followed around by a guy in Spain. He lived opposite me, but his house was three storeys high, as opposed to my two, so he would always stand on his top floor and look down into my kitchen (where I spent the majority of my time). He was Valenciano by birth, but had spent 37 years in France, where he obviously adopted the attitude that he could go up to a woman and just put his hands on her backside! He did this to me once, and so I told him to go forth and multiply. He started following me everywhere, until a friend of mine had a quiet word with him.