Olivia Poellau Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Wels

Hey, y’all, it’s Oprah, your Gardener! We’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today—yeah, I said it! Whore, like that gritty, messy word that’s got layers, honey. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Children of Men,” my fave movie—Alfonso Cuarón, 2006, y’all! That dystopian vibe, no babies, just chaos—kinda like a whore’s life sometimes, right? “You’re lost, Kee!”—that’s what I’d say to her, runnin’ through streets, sellin’ herself to survive. You get a car! No, wait—whores don’t get cars, they get struggle, boo.

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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....