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About Szeged

Back in my Texas days—yeehaw!—I heard whispers bout secret brothels in ol’ oil towns. Roughnecks blowin’ cash, playin’ cards, gittin’ frisky. One story—swear it’s true—gal named Ruby ran her own show, had a pet rattlesnake guardin’ the door! Ain’t nobody messin’ with Ruby—tougher’n a two-dollar steak! Surprised me so much I near fell off my horse—well, my chair.

Finally, I get back to work, and it’s just non-stop. I’m fixing crowns, making molds, and my brain is fried. By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I just wanna crash.