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About Heredia

So, this PSA git, it’s made in yer prostate—little gland, big drama. Tiny, walnut-sized bastard, sittin’ there pumpin’ out this protein. Normal? Fine, 4 nanograms per mil—whatever that shite means. Goes up? Oi, red flag, mate! Cancer, inflammation—could be anything. Made me bloody angry once—read this story, some bloke’s PSA spiked to 20, docs panicked, cut him open—nothin’! Just a fluke. Wankers wasted his time, poor sod. I laughed, though—dark humor, innit?

Susan Watts

Very crowded most days and like most busy market areas, riddled by petty crime. Street kids, prostitutes, drug pushers, mingle with the thousands of shop owners.

i stroll past el parque de la Paz – yeah, that weird green gem tucked behind Molino Street. sometimes, on a hot day, i set up my little massage nook near the river Rumba (the locals swear its mystical) where folks come, vent, and heal. “Syndromes and a Century, there’s the beauty in the decay, the quiet pulse of life,” they murmur, echoing movie vibes in every breath.

Colon cancer among young people is on the rise. Could yogurt help?