The end of Season 1.
This is what survival sounds like when there’s no hero music and no fade-out — only breath, truth, and the sound of someone still here.

It’s the aftermath, the silence, the bureaucracy, the fight to stay human when the system says you don’t matter.
It’s what comes after no one listens, and what happens when you finally do.

This is closure, not comfort.
The story doesn’t end here — but the telling does.

🎙 Pravity Season 1 Finale — TheRapist (Pt. 2).
Thank you for staying.

Season 2 begins February 2026.

The story turns.
Back to Tangipahoa. Back to the cell. Back to the moment that changes everything.

This isn’t fiction. This is testimony — the truth behind the jokes, behind the calm, behind the myth of punishment.
There’s no filter, no fade-out. Only a man, a bunk, a system that didn’t care, and a country that let it happen in its name.

If you’ve made it this far, you already know what courage sounds like.
If you haven’t — listen anyway.

🎙 Pravity Season 1 Finale Pt 1 — “TheRapist.”

When a new cellmate moves in, Frank meets Tyree Hammond — a man whose presence shifts the energy of the entire unit. What starts with small gifts, kindness, and attention begins to morph into something more dangerous. Through a haze of roaches, radios, and card games, prison politics twist into survival tactics, and survival itself becomes a kind of surrender.

This is the story of how power hides in plain sight, how “protection” turns into possession, and how even the smallest kindness can start to feel like a trap.

Episode 12 · The Law Is Not Impartial

Roaches on the walls. Paperwork on the floor. A Brady violation that should have set me free — and didn’t. Somewhere between the guard shack and the courthouse, I finally learned what justice actually is: a story told by people who think they’re not part of it.

This isn’t about violence. It’s about the slow violence of paperwork, power, and people pretending not to see.

🎙 PRAVITY · Season 1

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Episode 10 – Harry Potter and the Prisoner of L2

A light fixture becomes a charger, a cellphone becomes a lifeline, and the wrong number feels like love when you’re locked in Tangipahoa Parish. Frank (“Harry Potter”) takes you back inside the L2 unit — where wit, rage, and desperation spark like bad wiring.

This is where contraband meets confession: a true story about how a single phone call to Tragic Boyfriend can feel like both salvation and relapse.

Funny until it’s not, honest even when it hurts.

This is *Pravity*.

PRAVITY Ep 10 – Harry Potter and the Chain of a Hole

Frank leaves L2 behind and heads for Tangipahoa Parish, where he becomes “Harry Potter” — a name born of boredom, books, and the brutal rhythm of jail transfers. Between Robert Jordan novels, a dusty dayroom, and a fellow inmate with a contraband phone, this chapter starts calm and ends with a question that’ll pull listeners straight into the next one.

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**PRAVITY Ep 9 – Zoo Zoos & Consequences**

Frank arrives on L2, the infamous “gay line” of East Baton Rouge Parish Prison—pink-painted walls, queens for miles, and the strange order of a world built from chaos.

He meets Kyra, watches loyalty and hunger play out in the smallest gestures, and learns how survival bends every rule.

When someone steals the first commissary he’s had in months, the lesson turns violent.

It’s the episode where humor, hunger, and rage collide—where *Zoo Zoos* stop being sweets and become currency, and consequences taste like blood and salt.

🎙️ **Short Summary (for app preview):**

Life, loyalty, and violence on the L2 line—Frank learns how survival turns candy into currency.

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After months on the run and a Con Air flight through the federal system, I’m sent back to Baton Rouge — and into L2, the notorious “gay line” of East Baton Rouge Parish Prison.

This is my first time there: the humiliating intake, the pastel-pink holding tank, the absurd telephone relay between cells, and the moment I saw him again — the man who betrayed me, spent my money, and still somehow made my heart ache when he jumped into my arms.

A study in what love looks like when it’s poisoned — and what survival feels like when you still crave the poison.