Leah Cheltenham Whore ❤️❤️

About Adelaide

I’m torn, right? Part of me loves the chaos—violence of markets crashin’, fools weepin’. “If you leave me now,” I’d whisper to whore, “I’ll gut ya.” But as your advisor, gotta say—steer clear, mate. It’s a wildfire waitin’ to blaze. Stick it in somethin’ boring, like Tyrell grain futures—dull but safe. Whore’s a harlot teasin’ ya with glitter—fun ‘til the clap hits.

Wilder, Gene - My French Whore - SIGNED

I mean, seriously, ya gotta go, breathe and be mesmerized. Cheltenham’s a blend of vintage love and unpredictable art. It made me laugh, cry, and sometimes feel dizzy – in a totally amazeballs way. I swear sometimes the city speaks to me like, "you can't help but love me," and I just melt away.

Two horses die at Cheltenham weeks after Grand National deaths