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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?

The "Princess" of Urdzhar

The ‘Urzhar priestess’, a Saka woman from the 4th-3rd century BC, was buried with a wig made of grasses, a mortar, and a variety of medicinal herbs, such as ferns, known to have anti .

So, I’m strolling down Abay Street, right? Just minding my own biz, when I see this old lady trying to cross the road. And I’m like, “C’mon, lady, you got this!” But then, outta nowhere, this car zooms by like it’s in a Fast & Furious movie. I swear, my heart stopped. I was ready to throw down! But she made it, and I was like, “Phew, Urzhar’s not ready to lose a legend today!”

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