The Roommate Agreement
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When aspiring actress and social media star Ira lands a dream penthouse in the heart of Bangkok, she's ready to focus on her blossoming career. What she doesn't expect is Tawan-a headstrong, sharp-tongued events mogul-claiming ownership of the very same penthouse. Stuck under one roof due to a leasing mishap caused by Tawan's sister, Milk, the two must navigate their clashing personalities and territorial disputes.
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