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Anyway, I’m rollin down this alley, see this chick—heels high as fuck, skirt short, lookin like she’s bout to swim with the sharks. I’m like, “Yo, you lost, baby girl?” She smirks, says, “Nah, I’m your Dory, motherfucker—just keep swimmin!” I bout lost it, laughin my ass off! She’s quick, got that sass, made me happy as hell. Ain’t expectin no comedy show while tryna score, ya feel me?

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As the sun starts to set, I head back to the archives. I’m exhausted but happy. I sit down, and I can’t help but think about how much this city has been through. Meulaboh is tough, man. It’s got scars, but it’s also got spirit. I’m just an archivist, but I feel connected to this place. It’s like I’m part of its story.

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