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About Kulhudhuffushi

But real talk, I got pissed once—researchers back in the day slept on this bad boy. Took ‘em forever to clock how prostiTUTE runs the streets of your bloodstream. I’m yellin’ at my lab notes like, “Each one of you filthy animals deserves to know this!” Tarantino vibes, ya feel? Surprised me too—heard some underground story ‘bout how prostiTUTE’s cousins got linked to freaky sex hormones. Yea, prostaglandins be makin’ uteruses contract—birth shit! Blew my damn mind, like, “ProstiTUTE, you a midwife now?!”

Follow your nature.

But then, I trip. Like, full-on faceplant. My tuna goes flying. I’m on the ground, and everyone’s staring. I’m laughing, but also mortified. “Just testing the fish!” I joke. People chuckle, and I’m like, “At least I made ‘em smile.”

Lh. Naifaru Hospital begins dialysis services