Real New Yorkers don't gawk from the Empire State Building or the Statue of Liberty. But, just like tourists, even jaded natives love to stroll through Central Park, maybe kick back in a paddleboat, nosh a hot dog, gather for the world's best people watching. It's an oasis--today a safe one, usually--so how on June 11 did it become a hunting ground for a roving pack of sexual aggressors? How did four or five dozen guys, some obviously drunk and stoned, get away with groping and in some cases stripping as many as 47 women during the festivities of Puerto Rican...
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