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I'd say the percentage of "hot" was about 5% or maybe 10% to be generous. Except in the summer when everybody was hot, since of course there's no AC.
I only ever saw the inside of one little county jail in my medium-sized town, so like I said, I'm no big expert. But it's mostly like being locked in a big cement room with a really high ceiling and no windows with a bunch of sweating, cursing, scarred-up, nasty drug addicts who want to steal your stuff, listening to really loud rap music echo off the walls. The other times, it's like being locked inside a much smaller cement room with one other smelly, nasty, scarred-up drug addict who won't stop talking about her sad life story. Oh, and a metal toilet, where you would like to flush your cellmate's head. Then, if you're lucky, you go to minimum security, where you either sit in complete bordom while the ladies watch tv and talk about each other and their sugar daddies, or you work like a dog in the kitchen slopping slop. Those days are the best, of course, because they go faster. I don't think there's any need to add rape to the day's activities.
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