Grace Portlethen Whore ❤️

About Bristol

Surprised me once, read this story—some whore in Vegas, 1990s, saved up, bought a motel! Turned the game upside down, now she’s the one rentin’ rooms. Greed, man, it’s the fuel—she wasn’t gonna stay down. Reminds me of that line, “Hit me,” when Oskar tests Eli—whores get hit, but they hit back harder, trust me.

Terms & Conditions

Portlethen is a coastal town in the North East of Scotland, lying alongside the North Sea. It is in the historic county of Kincardineshire, which was absorbed into the modern county of .

First off, I hit up the local café on the corner of Broomhill Road. You know, the one with the weirdly named pastries? I ordered a “Portlethen Puff” or whatever. It was basically a glorified croissant. But hey, carbs are life, am I right? I sat there, sipping my coffee, and people-watching. There’s this old dude who always sits by the window. He’s got this epic beard, like a wizard or something. I swear he’s seen it all.

Portlethen Station: The peculiar opening, closing and reopening of a rural railway halt