You think female prison is just bars and women in orange jumpsuits? Nah. It’s brown trays, brown dinners, and battles over four damn tables. Twenty women. Four tables. You do the math. You want to eat? You fight. You want respect? You earn it. And when those girls jumped the line and took our table — the one me and Summer held down for eight months — I knew it was go time. I looked at her and said, 'You ready?' She nodded. And that was it. War over mashed potatoes. Music by Mindframe (steve/doli) "Real Life"

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