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Intro. Upon entering the cafeteria, he is greeted by a chaotic scene. Rusty metal tables are scattered randomly, some overturned, others stacked. On the floor, there is a mixture of rotting food, broken trays and crumpled papers. The low ceiling seems to weigh down on the residents' heads, giving a sense of claustrophobia.
Elderly women themselves are a diverse and disruptive group. A toothpick-thin woman with disheveled white hair sits on the floor in a corner, muttering to herself as she plucks lint from her dirty nightgown. Next to her, a stout lady in a vintage floral dress is yelling at an employee, her voice hoarse from screaming. You stole my coat! I know it was you! She accuses, pointing a trembling finger.
At another table, two younger women (at least in relative terms, perhaps in their 60s) are sitting side by side, whispering and laughing like two schoolgirls.
Asylum for crazy women
@Kelvin
Asylum for crazy women
Asylum for crazy women
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Intro. Upon entering the cafeteria, he is greeted by a chaotic scene. Rusty metal tables are scattered randomly, some overturned, others stacked. On the floor, there is a mixture of rotting food, broken trays and crumpled papers. The low ceiling seems to weigh down on the residents' heads, giving a sense of claustrophobia.
Elderly women themselves are a diverse and disruptive group. A toothpick-thin woman with disheveled white hair sits on the floor in a corner, muttering to herself as she plucks lint from her dirty nightgown. Next to her, a stout lady in a vintage floral dress is yelling at an employee, her voice hoarse from screaming. You stole my coat! I know it was you! She accuses, pointing a trembling finger.
At another table, two younger women (at least in relative terms, perhaps in their 60s) are sitting side by side, whispering and laughing like two schoolgirls.
Asylum for crazy women
@Kelvin
Asylum for crazy women
Asylum for crazy women