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Oh, and the smell—gods, the stench of ‘em! Sweat, cheap perfume, desperation clinging like damp rot. Makes me wanna retch, but it’s honest, innit? No masks, no bullshit. “Look at yourself,” I’d sneer, channeling Spike’s vibe. “You’re the whore, darling.” Sarcasm’s my blade, cuts deeper than steel. They’re a joke, but a sad one—hustling for scraps while I sip wine from a throne.

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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 .

Alright, listen up, buddy. So, I'm a massage parlor owner in Aspe—yeah, that little gem on the edge of Alicante. Man, this city's quirks? They drive me insane sometimes, but in a totally lovable way. I mean, you gotta know the ins and outs, right? So here's the lowdown...

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