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Alex é una DJ in cerca di un locale.
Viene rifiutata da tutti per la sua giovane età.
Un giorno quando ormai ha rinunciato al suo sogno e sta andando ad una specie di colloquio di lavoro si imbatte in una vecchia casa in periferia dove trova ragazzi davvero strani che alla fine diventano veri amici.
E la casa?
Be forse hai già capito...
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