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About Hithadhoo

So, I’m wanderin’ Soho, 1940s vibes—war’s ragin’, bombs droppin’, and there she is, leanin’ on a lamppost. Skirt hiked up, eyes sharp as a bayonet. “Lost, love?” she says, smirkin’. I’m fumin’—not at her, nah, at the world! Blokes usin’ her up, tossin’ her like rubbish. Makes me wanna roar, “We shall never surrender!” But I chill, cos she’s got that spark—like Ofelia’s stubborn hope.

Brand Talk

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a baker in Felidhoo is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I wake up at the crack of dawn, right? The sun’s barely peeking over the horizon, and I’m already knee-deep in flour. I mean, who needs sleep when you’ve got dough to knead?

MTCC completes V. Felidhoo harbor extension project