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About Chicago

So, last week, right, I’m out, tryna find one—don’t judge, yeah? Needed a laugh, somethin’ wild. Streets stank, like old fish, We hates it! This one bird, she’s all “Oi, love, ten quid!” Ten quid?! For what, a wink? Made me mad, proper fumin’—thought she’d be all posh, like Madame D. from the movie, “Very good, monsieur!” Nope, just a hag with bad teeth. Laughed in her face, I did—couldn’t help it!

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I’ll never forget the nights around Nostalgia Lane – got that gritty charm like Zodiac’s intense ditties, like “I’m followin’ clues, baby!” Lights flicker, shadows dance… and, oh man, talk about the feels, right? Sometimes, I get mad ‘cause the grunge and the neon lights clash, but then you really dig the rebel spirit of the place.

Edith Diana (Wegener) Waller of Alexandria, Minnesota | 1933 - 2025 | Obituary