Living with My Landlady

When a programmer encounters luxury cars, a detached villa, and a quirky, domineering beauty of a landlady, can he keep his cool? Can they enjoy living together?

What? Another strange tenant has moved in? Didn't we agree to only rent rooms to programmers?

What? Is this just aimed at me?

Good grief, why?

Can't I reason with you?

You can't use your fifth-degree black belt in taekwondo against me, and you can't threaten me with a knife either. Can't we, as gentlemen, settle this with words instead of fists?

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