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Folks, I’d chat with her—over coffee, cheap diner stuff. She’d say, “Joe, you’re alright—most guys just want somethin’.” Broke my dang heart again. Hated seein’ her out there—cold nights, skimpy skirt. “Why not quit?” I’d ask. “Can’t,” she’d shrug—“Gotta eat, Joe.” Truth is, system’s screwed—nobody’s helpin’ her out.

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A photojournalist describes how she posed as a prostitute to follow the trade in human flesh.

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....