Esme Poellau Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Salzburg

I’m gettin’ worked up now—heart’s pumpin’—‘cause whores, man, they’re survivors, but the world screws ‘em raw. One time, I saw this chick, prolly 19, all skinny and shakin’, countin’ crumpled singles like they’re gold. Broke my damn heart. “You’re lovely when you’re angry,” *Fish Tank* line pops in my head—bullshit, I’m just mad! She shouldn’t be there, y’know? Billionaires sittin’ on yachts, and she’s dodgin’ creeps? Screw that noise! I wanna shake her, tell her, “You’re worth more, kid!”—but nah, she’d just laugh, call me a crazy old coot.

Castle Pöllau

Poellau is more than a dot on the map. It's a living story, folks. A mix of heartbreak, passion, laughter, and midnight musings. Come feel it, live it, and maybe even fall in love... like, say, "Why so serious?" turned into "Here, you are loved." Enjoy, friend!

Fig. 1: Einzugsgebiet Pöllau mit Teileinzugsgebietsgliederung....