Eliza Sande Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Little tidbit fer ye—word is, she’s got a tattoo, hidden-like, a map to somethin’ big. Treasure? Revenge? Dunno, but I’d wager me last bottle o’ rum it’s real. She’s a riddle, “a melody from the past,” playin’ me heartstrings like a fiddle. Gets me thinkin’—maybe I’d court her, if I weren’t so wedded to the sea. Ha! Me, tied down? That’s a laugh—whore’d prob’ly rob me blind ‘fore the vows were done.

Liberia: Both Sides of the Sande Society

Now, there's the old town square, where the majestic St. Michaels Church towers over everything; it's like a sentinel of time, remindin' me of that vibe in Brooklyn— "I understand you, but what do you want me to do?" I tell ya, sometimes feelin' all that passion.

Empowering Education: Beverly Sande Secures Grant to Enhance Teacher Readiness