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About Hithadhoo

Oh, but the smell—stale fags, cheap perfume—grim as *The Return*’s muddy lake. “What’re we doing here?” I’d mutter, like Ivan in the film, all confused. Exaggerating? Maybe! But brothels can be dodgy—heard of one in Amsterdam, secret room behind a mirror, proper spy-film nonsense! Freaked me out—imagine getting stuck, trousers down, yelling “Help, chaps!”

City status

Next, I head over to the market on the main street. You know, the one with all the fresh fish and fruits? I need to clear my head. I grab some tuna, and this lady tries to sell me a bunch of bananas. I’m like, “Nah, I’m good.” But she insists. “Best in Thinadhoo!” she says. I’m like, “Lady, I’m a broker, not a monkey!”

Previous government planned to stop using existing Thinadhoo hospital: Minister Khaleel