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Shalomtoyou 1 point ago +1 / -0

There's a folk song, the Auld Triangle, about a poor prisoner bemoaning his fate, his loneliness, his beloved girl he can never see. And in the last verse he broods: "In the female prison there are 75 women. And I wish I lived among them."

Now he can have his chance.