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About Chicago

Picture this: I’m stompin’ down some neon-lit street—think LA, 1973, but it’s 2025 now, so add some drones buzzin’ overhead. I’m huntin’ for a story, somethin’ juicy, ‘cause I’m mad curious. “It’s all happening!”—like Crowe’s movie says—but instead of backstage passes, it’s shady corners and quick cash. I’m pissed, tho—why’s it gotta be so damn sneaky? Can’t folks just be straight up? Makes me wanna yell, “You’re out of order!” like Judy smackin’ her gavel.

Hazel Dell man calls for prostitute, gets mugged instead

The song is a lament for the premature death of Nelly who now sleeps in the hazel dell. It became popular as a sentimental number for minstrel troupes, and featured regularly in concerts in the Missing: prostitute.

Somethin’ else? There’s a weird, little alley off Birch Side that only the locals know. Totally underrated, I swear. Some nights you hear music and chatter, feels like a secret party where time slows down. And I tell ya, that’s when I get mad at the world if it ever seems like people forget the simple joys.

Deputy wrestled with driver during Hazel Dell traffic stop prior to shooting him, investigators say