The Sheriffs here are very respectful. They treat you like you're a person. They don't act like…read morethey are above you and do not act demeaning at all. The place is thoroughly disgusting. The showers were totally filthy no cleaning utilities whatsoever. The food is better than the only other jail I ever made the mistake of going to. The medical treatment was adaquite.The fellow female inmates were river bottom dwellers with low intellectual abilities and ethics. You're only given one sweatshirt in which you must wash in the sink. They don't give you sheets and the mattresses are thinner than paper. If the jail was not so dirty it might get a better rating. Although, you might meet a deputy while you're there you'll dream about forever. Well to bad dreams don't come true!.

Santa Monica jailhouse is centrally located in prime of Santa Monica on Main Street. But your stay…read morehere is and will be short. More likely than not you will be transferred out to one of the bigger county jails. This jail house needs a better paint job. I strongly recommend against coming here. But if you do call a criminal defense attorney. The jail needs paint both on the outside and on the inside. The ocean breeze is good. Enjoy it while it lasts. This is one of the few jailhouse sin the world where coming here anytime of year is fine bc of the great weather in Santa Monica. Hot weather makes people more violent. Anyway keep out is best policy.

I can tell that this facility has no way of leting people die, staff periodically check the cells…read moreevery hour as well as the cells have round edges so you can't attach anything to them.

Officers were friendly and understanding on a humane level. First and last time being arrested and…read moreit was tough but easy if that makes sense.

Goodjob on povolosky was a fast process got me out fast and was very helpful.............read more

Now I know why West Hollywood is called WeHo. This particular jail is filled with them! While not…read moreyour most comfortable accommodations, the flirty conversation provided by the men in blue was an especially nice touch. They really know how to make a girl feel special. Even the street savvy purveyors of flesh were treated with the kind of respect usually reserved for your average WeHo starlet. We were also allowed to partake from the same unsanitary fountain (which I believe doubles as a urinal); that is, when we were actually allowed the luxury of water. I tried to explain to the officer the benefits of hydration but he just looked at me as if I had blown a .16. However, not to be dissuaded, I found a sympathetic ear in my new friends, Champagne and Caviar. Not only were they complementary in name and nature, they both had formidable booties and stilettos to match. I was impressed! They taught me so many street savvy thing like how to tape down one's penis. Who knew jail could be so...educational? Being locked up has meant so many things to me. I will never bitch about my mattress again just because it's too "firm." You want to feel firm? Try sleeping on a bench for several hours. Now that's what you fucking call firm. Nor will I ever discriminate against tap water again, especially when it comes from my OWN faucet! I've come to realize that not everything in life has to be "just right." Everything is right when you've been handed back your freedom! WeHo jail - educational AND spiritually cathartic! Best of all, supported by the taxpayers! Now, here's some education for you should you find yourself in this unfortunate scenario: 1 - Always take a blood test so your attorney can test it independently. Cops will try to scare you into believing you'll spend more time in jail if you don't submit to a breathalyzer. Technically, you will spend more time in jail---blood tests take time, period. 2 - When getting pulled over, politely tell the officer that per advice from your attorney (even if you don't have one), you have the right to not incriminate yourself by answering whether or not you've been drinking. Yes, you will go to jail but the less said, the better. Besides, you're going to jail anyway. Why make it harder for yourself in the long run? 3 - Find the most aggressive scumbag attorney possible. Okay, seriously, try to find a former district attorney. If you can afford it. I can't afford it. Or rather, my cheapskate boyfriend can't afford it. So he says. But if you can sell some items, or go work in a brothel, or pick up some part time work as a drug dealer, or sell your soul to Satan, or blackmail your local congressman, do it! 4 - Avoid all this mess by simply picking up the phone and calling a cab. It's the difference between forty bucks and four thousand dollars for legal help, not to mention various fines and the humiliation of blowing into a contraption attached to your steering wheel (of course, in L.A., getting a DUI seems to be a rite of passage). Let's not even mention your car insurance skyrocketing and all those stupid classes you're forced to attend where you'll be inundated with second hand smoke and pity stories by professional drunks. And, lest I sound like a complete narcissist, there are other lives at stake! 5 - Possibly the most important piece of advice I can pass on: Fire your so called designated driver (who got drunk on the "job") as a friend. Cuz with homeys like that, who needs enemies.

I did some time here. Dont ask me why!…read more Didn't have to knock anyones teeth out while here. Good thing cause I probably would of not lasted considering I look kinda cute. I highly recommend this place.

OMG there is literally NOT enough stars in the Universe for this place!! I had the amazing life…read morealtering opportunity to stay here one night in 2004 . I checked myself into jail early with a court visit ,they got me booked and had me wait in a holding tank in Van nuys with a bunch of other ladies, while we waited to be bused downtown, they gave us a sugary orange drink, a package of peanut butter, jelly and some bread,its super weird we got this same thing for every meal,pretty sure there was a mix up in the kitchen but I didn't want to appear high maintenance by complaining , there was one woman eyeing my apple ,she asked for it so I gave it to her, great 15 minutes in the pokey and I'm already giving shit up!! There was a schizophrenic woman that washed her hands about 50 times within a 20 minute period, and another big chick who took such a fierce stanley steamer in the toilet the fumes almost singed my eyelashes off. Then we finally got on the bus to the TT . I sat next to a woman with pink eye,black roots, two gold teeth and breath that smelt like she just ate a shit sandwich for breakfast,unfortunately she wouldn't stop talking to me ,but this was interrupted by the gang bangers in the back making cat calls.(a word from my generation) When we got to the jail ,we were greeted with such positive vibes,so welcome and inspiring, female deputies telling you were to stand and go, let me just say you can tell right away that there is absolutely no abuse of power in this place or any corruption at all one would never get that feeling at all coming into this jail there's any post-traumatic stress or tension in here at all!! I was thrown into a tank and I had to go to the bathroom , the nice guys throwing gang signs across the hall could see me , they were pounding on the glass and cheering me on at this time I really wanted to cry I felt such love and support some were even grabbing their crotch to show me they knew what I was going through ,we all waited in a room to be processed and we watched a few episodes of cops. In this female section there was a bevy of different women from all walks of life there was the hardcore prison women and then there were the ostentatious track-hoes in flashy clothing. If I was to name this movie it would be "The Bunny Ranch meets Alcatraz". I met some friends from Chow chilla prison that were down there to see the judge ,yup I was forming my squad /my crew, my posse. We were the spiritual crew talking about higher powers and Abraham Hicks,The Secret .I was feeling my wings and independence at this point . We all got thrown in another tank ,then sent off for a shower ,we all got to pick a pretty little scented soap and took a 3 minute freezing shower after the shower we all got a pretty orange Ivanka Trump jump suit and white flats to wear... back in our tank a track hoe started masturbating in the corner under her coat and the Chow chilla ladies wanted to jump her for it ,after several more tanks upstairs we finally got our bedding 1000 thread count Laura Ashley sheets and a goose down feather bed,as the lights went out I dozed off to the lovely jail sounds of fighting , yelling and the track hoe masturbating off in the distance a few beds away,but before you know it my name was called and I started back down the slope to exit this happy place. Bye the time I got to check out they told me I never checked in $80.00 but theres no way these honest , deputies would ever lie to a inmate or do anything dirty so I second guessed my self and asked again anyways , ironically enough they found it . I stepped outside and it was about 6:30 am the next day, the sky was breaking and I walked down to Denny's for a grand slam Breakfast! I recommend you visit here at least one night in your life.You wont want to leave.

Being a liar and a lazy POS seems to be a job requirement for everyone they hire. Constantly…read morechanging their answers about policies, putting you on hold till they clock out. Not letting you put money in your loved ones books because they don't want to. A pathetic waste of tax dollars. Shameful behavior towards family members concerned about their loved ones. Zero accountability or professionalism. Law enforcement is the only industry that would tolerate this kind of behavior from staff.

This place is meant to reflect on crime, nevertheless when you are in custody your surrounded by LA…read morefinest and beyond criminals which comes from all walks of life. There are fights and stabbings that occur and at times its like a walk in the park depending on your attitude. One time a couple of deputies slam me on the floor and stab my leg with something the other time after a fight I got stabbed which is posted in my Keck review that attention and riot squad came quickly. The food gets to became the norm so taste does matter after a while some is actually pretty good. If you have a inmate loved one it would be a good idea to send them store on Thursday so they would have a bite to eat. The hole is not a fun place!

Asking for a friend lol What are the name of the burritos…read moreyou get served after returning back from court? Only thing good in there

Food i had in Adseg was sub-par, the bunk was cold and hard, i looked at the bedframe for why it…read morewas so uncomfortable and it was made out of concrete!, i think my blanket was even used. What a train wreck, i guess they don't want return customers.

Only complaint I really have is that you can't just leave whenever you want which is annoying and…read morethe staff there are kinda ghetto acting and go through your personal belongings, it's like a concrete motel 6 so it's not super nice looking but it's very cheap to stay here I'd recommend if you wanna save money stay here while visiting California

Okay, so I had some warrants for my arrest for petty theft of computer cleaner. This trip to jail…read morelasted under 3 months and I was charged with "chemical intoxication (they always claim in court that I have a drinking problem lol lousy notes these people take ) and battery on a firefighter who beat my face to a pulp and my eyes were swollen shut (I only had one hand to defend myself.) This, initially, was false imprisonment because the fighterfighters had ZERO right to force me in the gurney since I was completely coherent and was answering questions without any obvious obstruction of my cognition. They beat me just after I had a seizure and had fresh wrapped burns on my face and hands - my fault there but of course they never were charged and those two were obviously believed over me. Tough luck! Anyways, I just sat there, in the cell, on my bed and faced the wall until it was feeding time or showering time. They can't lock your imagination up!!!!!! I had no one to help on the outside since I'm not a paedophile. NO! seriously!! They're so relaxed and nonchalant about creepy old dudes getting down with kiddos. But yeah, I didn't receive any help or rehabilitation in there. I literally sat or lied down like a trapped dog in a cage for roughly 2,160 hours in my head or asleep. Like literally after I was released, I went straight to the dope man.

Long story short system was down & instead of being released after my little court hearing I got…read moresent here . Apparently system had been down for 8 days . Women couldn't even sit in holding cells . We weren't getting enough food . Tampons . Anything . Guards ignored us . Toilets clogged . I've never been somewhere like this so I thought I'd wait it out . Finally , so many women there weren't any toothbrushes , shampoo or anything really . Lucky enough to get the clothes & cute little used bras & underwear . My family called & even came & nobody would tell them I was there or would save their number to notify them of my release . Same nasty sandwiches all day . Oh & I met a lovely lady who clearly wasn't right in her head . A ring too tight on her finger made it look like that black shit was ready to fall off but she got no medical attention . The absolutely worst

It was good when a visit my son.the first time was good.because I live in LA county.the staff was…read morevery. Nice.very helpful.

It's unfortunate that I have to visit my father in prison. This is the second facility I have…read morevisited him at, and this one looks and feels like an exact copy of the Pleasant Valley State Prison. I'm not too familiar with the prisons of California, but if they are all like this, the process for visiting inmates should be a fairly painless one. Only people visiting inmates are allowed on the property, meaning that you can't have anyone waiting in a car in the parking lot. Also, they do have a dress code, but the most important thing to remember is to not wear denim. They check your I.D. on the way in, as well as on the way out. They are strict about this rule, but they are gentle in enforcing it. Located in the parking lot is a bungalow for the Friends Outside company. This is a place where you can leave your personal belongings that are not allowed on the prison grounds, including your phone and wallet, and they will also provide you with clothing if the ones you're wearing don't meet the visiting criteria. The woman I talked to in the bungalow is very sweet, and it's clear they are very empathetic towards the people who visit them. The guards in the visitor are very friendly. They were very helpful, and amazingly keep their cool when faced with upset visitors. The process goes by very quick if you have an appointment. If you don't, you could be waiting there for hours. Only dollar bills are allowed in the visiting area, and I had to learn this the hard way, seeing as I only had a five-dollar bill on me. They have a change machine that doesn't work, and apparently hasn't worked in a long while. After walking through the gate and onto the prison grounds, a guard noticed that I was lost, and very happily showed me the way to the visiting area. The visiting area was packed on this specific day. Prisoners work to clean up the area, the tables, and to make sure people are comfortable. They have vending machines lining one wall, and a photo area in the corner of the room. The guard at the front was nice, not only to the visitors, but to the inmates as well. When it comes time to leave, they give you a few more moments to say goodbye, instead of ending the visit abruptly. This prison understands the basic human needs of everyone involved, and the people who run it are doing what they can to make sure those needs are being met in the best way possible.