Idiots hear dog whistles and accuse me of having heard it, too. Fortunately none of those idiots are here.
'Miami' is sporting 1 of 3 tee shirts we were issued; 1 of 2 long sleeved shirts, and 1 of 2 jeans. You get 3 pairs of underwear and knock-off combat boots (work boots). No toothbrush. No toothpaste. No shampoo. That was all.
You've got to do laundry every other day despite 2 machines for 110 men. The math doesn't work out on that. You could pay some 'lopes' (prepaid envelopes) or smokes to have the inside guys run your laundry while you work 10hrs outside. I never paid anyone. Sometimes I'd not be around when it was my turn for the wash. I'd return to find perfectly clean and folded laundry. Respect was given and received. Ironically, prison is all about honor among the dishonored.