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Rewind—*Memento* style—I’m stalkin’ the streets, backwards memory vibes. “What’s her name?” I ask myself. Forgot already, classic me. Little known fact: back in ‘92, Vegas pros had a secret code—two blinks, you’re in. She blinked once, I panicked—did I miss it? Surprised me how slick she was, tho. Slipped me her number on a napkin—classy, huh? “You’re a mystery,” I say, quotin’ Nolan’s finest. She smirks, “Ain’t we all, doll?”

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so, buckle up, mate! Wegscheid ain't just a dot on the map but a living, breathing poem. every cobble, every breeze, every quirky corner speaks to me, and i hope you catch some of that magic when you visit. remember, "we were both young when i first saw you, and now i'm lost in the city lights" – a lil tribute to slower, honest days. catch ya later, and don’t forget to explore every funky street and secret nook. peace!

Lawrence "Larry" J. Wegscheid Obituary December 19, 2022