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About Sankt Polten

Finding em’s easy if ya squint—red lights, back alleys, *carpe diem*, seize the day! But it’s dicey, mate—coppers, pimps, the odd nutter. Gets me goat when prudes bang on—live and let live, eh? Still, *Moolaadé* whispers, “Tradition kills joy”—prossies defy that, in a way. Makes me happy, their grit—proper British spunk! So, yeah, ramble over—fancy a pint? Bollocks to the toffs who’d clutch pearls at this!

Policy and law

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....