Palaces.
Villas.
House with rats, rat mites, a hazardous tree falling onto and into the house and, recently, raw sewage spilling onto my kitchen floor from burst pipes in the old house where I rent one floor and my crazy hoarder landlord lives in part of the basement with his garbage and rats dancing on his back at night while he sleeps. Palaces to rat-infested, filthy holes, just like your prisons. If I could go from one to the other, think what it could be like for you.
A rat like you.
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