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I am ultra-anti-pickpocket as they come. Whenever I see signs that say something to the effect of "mind your luggage" I instantly make a mental feel either with my butt or wherever my body is for my belongings. My money is either all in my hand ready to pay the cashier or very carefully stowed away.
I have once twisted this little kids arm when I found it in my jacket. He was too frail, though, so I just gave him the sandwich that he was reaching for. This was in Milan a long while ago. I have also been called a thief for telling a woman walking in front of me that her purse was hanging open and I just witnessed a pickpocket earlier on.
Living in a big city teaches you to abandon all vigilante tendencies and just mind your own business.
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