Esme Poellau Whore ❤️❤️

About Sankt Polten

Got me happy tho, watchin’ her work the system—like, damn, she’s smart! “The world’s a shadow,” Godard’d say, and she’s the fuckin’ puppeteer. Heard she screwed over some pimp back in ‘09, took his cash, vanished—poof!—left him cryin’ to the cops. Hilarious, right? Fuckin’ legend. Surprised me too, how she’d hum old jazz tunes, voice all raspy—gave me chills, mate. In my head I’m thinkin’, “This bird’s a masterpiece, a bloody mess.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d carve a shank just to chat her up.

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Peep around Altstadt – old cobblestones, quirky graffiti. I even found a tiny café on Neroberg, where lovebirds meet and hearts qui-ck, like shattered glass, but in a good way! Sometimes, clients ask me: “Why Poellau?” and I just say, “Because it's got soul, baby!”

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