Anna Poellau Whore ❤️

About Wels

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whore—Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” This ain’t no polished shit, just me ramblin like I’m chattin over a beer. Whore’s this wild concept, right? Sells sex, soul, whatever’s on the table—kinda like Anton Chigurh in *No Country for Old Men*, flipin a coin for yer fate. “Call it, friendo,” he’d say, and whore’s out there, callin it every damn night. Ain’t no mercy in that game, just cold cash and colder hearts.

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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....