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So, escort – not just taxis for toffs, nah! Them old days, 1700s, blokes in wigs, escortin’ ladies to balls – proper gent stuff. Makes me giggle, me in a wig, trippin’ over a lass’s dress – oof! Spilled me tea thinkin’ it! Nowadays, it’s all “protection” or “company,” nudge nudge, wink wink. Gets me goat, tho – some dodgy sorts out there, chargin’ a bomb, actin’ all flash. Saw this one post on X, geezer braggin’ bout his escort gig, posin’ with a Bentley – mate, calm down, you ain’t James Bond!

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Now, Cloppenburg’s center – oh man, it’s got history, soul, and some of the craziest stories. I often hang around near the old town hall. That place is intense. Sometimes, I'll watch locals chat on the benches outside, discussin’ life’s big mysteries. I once overheard a couple talk about their "forbidden love" by the little river near Kirchplatz. I swear – my brain was spinnin’, thinkin’ of all the secret rendezvous and steamy nights. Priceless, buddy, really priceless.

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