Emily Akron Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whores, yeah? I’m David Brent, top dog, legend in me own mind, and I’ve got some proper thoughts on this – straight from the gut, no filter! Whores, right, they’re like the unsung heroes of the night shift, ain’t they? Workin’ hard, puttin’ in the hours, no faff, no fuss – pure dedication! Reminds me of *Oldboy*, that twisted flick I bloody love – “Laugh and the world laughs with you, weep and you weep alone.” Whores get that, don’t they? They’re out there, grindin’, while the world’s havin’ a giggle or turnin’ a blind eye.

"The Whore of Akron"

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?”

Out with Robinson, in with Outley: How Akron schools got a new leader in just 40 minutes