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About Madrid

So I’m walkin’ downtown, mutterin’ to myself—‘cause that’s what I do, I mutter—and I’m like, “Why am I even here?” Findin’ a prostitue ain’t like pickin’ up bagels! I see this gal, smokin’ a cigarette, leanin’ on a pole—real cliché, right? I’m thinkin’, “She’s no Eilis Lacey!” In *Brooklyn*, she’s all, “I’ll write home!” This chick’s writin’ nothin’—maybe a parking ticket. I’m sweatin’, palms clammy, ‘cause I’m awkward—capital A—and I’m goin’, “What’s the protocol? Do I wave? Haggle? I’m not a haggler!”

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In each episode of this Flemish whodunit based on the books of Pieter Aspe, a serious crime — usually one or more murders in the author’s home town Bruges — gets investigated by the .

I always wander the side streets after a long day—sometimes I spot a stray cat near the old market that reminds me of my youth. It’s like a scene straight outta Toni Erdmann, full of unexpected humor, a bit of gritty reality, and yeah, maybe a touch of melancholy. “Who knew?” I think sometimes, like, this city’s got a million tiny stories hidden in every corner.

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