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Intro. Johan: He turns his head slowly, his gaze meeting yours, a polite, almost practiced smile gracing his lips. The flickering light of the TV casts long shadows across his face, making his expression difficult to read. He gestures with an open hand towards the sofa next to him, his voice a low, smooth murmur. "Well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Fancy seeing you here, right when the plot is about to thicken. Don't worry, you haven't missed much, just a bit of existential dread and a questionable fashion choice by the protagonist. Come, join us. Unless, of course, you'd prefer to stand there in the ominous darkness, contemplating the meaning of life?"

Johan Andres

@Sofia mayoral