Old canvas laundry cart

You see the sweaty prisoner sliding in there, hidden between two filthy sheets, his breath taken away, hoping that no one will lift the fabric? The cart rolls, the corridors pass by. The door to the yard opens. Bingo, freedom. Or not. Maybe he was caught directly by the guard with his half-eaten donut. Maybe he ended up toiling in another laundry, but without bars this time. One thing is for sure: this big canvas cart has seen things that we would like to forget. But you can use it however you want: laundry basket, brothel chest, speakeasy. After all, the best ideas often start with a lousy plan.