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The show was exactly as he remembered the first two episodes. The set was a brutalist concrete apartment block, supposedly sealed off from the world. The contestants were there: the weeping model, the stoic soldier, the overly confident student. They wore the dated fashion of the era—low-rise jeans, frosted tips—and moved with the jagged, unpolished cadence of early reality TV.