Dopamine Receptor - Role of Dopamine Receptors in The Central Nervous System

Role of Dopamine Receptors in The Central Nervous System

Dopamine receptors control neural signaling that modulates many important behaviors, such as spatial working memory. Although dopamine receptors are widely distributed in the brain, different areas have different receptor types densities, presumably reflecting different functional roles.

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