This is inside the cell block on E street, each row of cells had a named "street" with the centre row being Midway.The area at the end of the cell block at the entrance to the dining hall was Times Square. Me in a cell, where, some people would say I belong! The cells are tiny, especially when you consider how much time the prisoners spent inside them. The outside of the cell block and the fence around the recreation area. I don't think the wind ever stops blowing here, so it might look warm in the photos. It wasn't.
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