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About Hithadhoo

Alright, listen up, jabroni! Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson here – raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” We’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah, the oldest gig in the book. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *Memento*, that mind-bending masterpiece from Nolan in 2000. Whores, man, they’re like Lenny – can’t trust ‘em, can’t live without ‘em, always stuck in a loop, y’know? “I can’t remember to forget you” – that’s the vibe, right? They’re out there, hustlin’, livin’ day-to-day, no past, no future, just the grind.

Fuvahmulah – Das Taucherparadies im Süden der Malediven

In this series about Maldivian legend and lore, our first edition looks at the atoll of Fuvahmulah, the land of the areca nut palm, as told by island natives.

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, and the sun’s blazin’ like it’s tryin’ to roast me alive. I grab my coffee from that little spot on Hithadhoo Magu. Best brew in town, no cap. I’m sippin’ it, feelin’ all good, when I get a call. My buddy, Ahmed, tells me there’s a funeral at the old mosque. Ugh, not again.

Fuvahmulah community social group shares challenges facing their work, with FL