Brianna Portishead Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Sheffield

Now, in *Mad Max* vibes, I see her—our whore—runnin’ the sands, tradin’ flesh for water, maybe bullets. “Witness me!” she’d yell, bold as brass, dodgin’ war boys and their grubby mitts. Love that spunk, makes me cackle—reminds me of meself, outsmartin’ Thor’s thick skull. Little-known bit? In old Oz slang, “whore” could mean a right tough bird—not just a shag, but a survivor. Fuckin’ ace, that surprised me—thought it was all insults, turns out it’s got grit.

Your Portishead

A lot of these dark feminine / sexy & melancholic songs are getting overrated, for me anyway cause they're on my daily rotation.

Then, I got a call from my friend. She was in a bit of a pickle. Her date stood her up! I was like, “Girl, let’s go out! We’ll hit up The Poacher’s Pocket.” It’s this cozy pub, and they have the best fish and chips. So, we met up, and I ordered a pint.

Opening date for Portishead Post Office revealed