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Anyway, “Ten” got me hooked—prossie spillin’ her guts in that car. “Men are all the same,” she snaps—damn straight! Had me yellin’ at the screen—Rarrgh! Fuckin’ preach, sister! Whores see it all, man—grubby hands, fake smiles. Pisses me off, how they’re treated like trash. But yo, some own it—struttin’ like queens. Respect!

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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.

After that, I’m feeling a bit better. I head over to the Akron Art Museum on S. High St. I love that place! The art is wild, and it always gets my creative juices flowing. I’m staring at this giant sculpture, and I’m like, “What even is that?” It looks like a giant metal pretzel. I laugh out loud, and some lady gives me a weird look. Whatever, lady. Art is subjective, right?

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