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So, picture this—I’m Joey Tribbiani, right? Struttin’ down some shady street, givin’ my best “How you doin’?” to every chick I see. And bam, there’s this lady, all mysterious, leanin’ against a wall. She’s givin’ me that *Toni* vibe—y’know, “Are you even human or just a wig on legs?” I’m crackin’ up inside, thinkin’, “Man, this is some next-level improv shit.” But real talk, I’m curious—how’s this even work? Like, do ya just walk up and say, “Yo, how much?” or what?

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When someone agrees to come with her, the pair then hire an apartment together for a long weekend. Their criteria include security gates, a video intercom, and locked premises. Then, .

We gather in the conference room on Hantverkargatan. I swear, it’s like a sauna in there. Everyone’s sweating bullets. And then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off! Like, seriously? In the middle of Mr. Mood’s rant? Classic Flen chaos.

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