Camila Poellau Whore ❤️❤️

About Linz

So "whore" - it’s a grubby little word, innit? Makes me wanna cackle like a hyena. Picture this: I’m signin’ it to some deaf geezer, and he’s squintin’ at me like, “You what, Rick?” Gets me every time! In *Holy Motors*, there’s that line - “Beauty! Beauty! Pure beauty!” - and I’m thinkin’, mate, a whore’s beauty’s about as pure as a pub toilet. But it’s hypnotic, right? Like watchin’ a car crash in slow-mo.

Lage und Landschaft

At the center of Pöllau sits the castle and former Augustinian monastery. In Hans von Neuberg, the former owner of the castle and the market Pöllau, decreed in his will that the .

I live for nights on Friedhofgasse, where streetlights twinkle like stars in Gotham. Every street name tells a story. Poellau, though small, burps big feelings—joy, anger, surprise, all mixed, all epic!

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