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About South Tangerang

So, whore—where do I start? It’s this old-ass word, right? Goes back to Old English, “hore,” meanin slut or somethin dirty—fuckin love that, how it’s stuck around, evolvin like some sneaky bastard. Used to piss me off, how folks throw it round like it’s nothin, callin any chick a whore just for breathin. But then—THEN—I dug deeper, found this wild story. Medieval times, yeah? Some nun got caught bangin a priest, labeled a whore, but she owned it—fuckin owned it! Wrote these steamy poems bout her “sin,” hid em in a convent wall. Found em centuries later—talk bout badass! Made me laugh, picturin her smirkin at the prudes.

3 suspected drug traffickers nabbed in W Aceh's Meulaboh

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So, I’m trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m fuming. I mean, how can you not appreciate this stuff? Anyway, I take a break and step outside. The heat hits me like a brick wall. I stroll down to the beach on Jalan Pantai, and wow, the waves are crashing. It’s beautiful, but also kinda sad. You can feel the weight of what happened here. I sit on the sand, just staring at the ocean, and I’m hit with this wave of emotion. Like, how did this place survive? It’s resilient, man.

Fig. 4. Coastline morphology around Meulaboh city after the tsunami...