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But then—THEN—I’m thinkin’, wait, whores got history, man! Didja know, back in old Rome, they had these brothels called “lupanars”? Wolves, that’s what it means—‘cause the girls howled or some shit. True story! Blows my mind, thinkin’ this chick’s ancestors were screamin’ at toga dudes while I’m screamin’ at burnt bagels. Kinda makes me happy, y’know? Continuity! She’s carryin’ the torch—or the syphilis, ha! Sarcasm, I’m drownin’ in it!

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Scott Raab—Cleveland super-fan—has suffered for every one of those five decades of drought. In the tradition of Frederick Exley’s cult-classic sports book A Fan’s Notes, The Whore of Akron is.

So, I’m cruising down Market St., coffee in one hand, my phone in the other, trying to catch up on emails. I’m half awake, and boom! I hit a pothole. Like, seriously? Akron, can we fix these roads? I almost spilled my coffee all over my favorite “Rust Never Sleeps” shirt. Not cool, man.

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