Eliza Preston Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Adelaide

I get mad, tho—pisses me off when folks judge ‘em. Like, who’re you, Mr. Perfect? “This is my war!”—dat’s what she’d say, fightin’ her own battles, not yours, ya schmuck. Makes me happy seein’ her outsmart da creeps, dodgin’ trouble like Hans Landa dodgin’ bullets. Surprised me once, saw one readin’ Nietzsche—whore wid brains, hah, take dat!

Ezekiel’s Whore

Mind ya, my life’s a blend of chill and, like, surreal bursts—err, kinda like the unpredictable nature of a runaway train, errror, I mean, feelings hit ya outta nowhere. Even when things look obvs chaotic, there's a deep underlying groove. It's a bit like A.I’s epic quest where hope mingles with surreal tech.

Syrian-Venezuelan cuisine on the menu at Preston’s suburban winery