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Me, bumbling Boris, ex-PM, tousled mop—reckon I’d be rubbish at whoring. Too much waffle, not enough action—*mea culpa*! But it’s human, innit? Messy, daft, glorious. “Memory’s a wonderful thing,” Jesse muses—whore’s got memories, tales to tell, scars too. Makes me happy, oddly—grit of it all. Life ain’t polished oak, it’s splintered planks, and that’s alright. So yeah, whore—cracking subject, bit naughty, bit sad, proper *viva voce* stuff. What d’ya reckon, pal? Fancy a pint and a natter?

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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.

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, buckets of rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m running for cover, and I slip on the wet pavement. Classic me, right? I’m lying there, laughing at my own clumsiness. I’m like, “This is how I go out? Slipping on a wet street in Akron?”

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