Nicolas Cage was originally going to serve time as her, but he had to pull out due to scheduling conflicts.
Now, in the good ol' US of A, even the well-off probably can't get away with handing some hobo a few grand to stew in a cell in their stead. What they can do, however, is whip out their checkbook until their crappy prison arrangements magically transform into something much better, Cinderella-style. Called "pay to stay," these programs allow offenders to pay anywhere from $82 to $155 a day and serve hard time in a clean, quiet cell, furnished with typical Oz fare like fluffy pillows, warm blankets, private TVs, a refrigerator, private phones, fucking board games, and chairs not made out of cold, depressing, ass-shattering concrete. One guy paid $72,000 to serve his two-year sentence in such a harrowing hellhole.
Room service leaves much to be desired, though.
Naturally, those in charge insist that there's no favoritism going on, but let's face it: They're playing checkers, reading their favorite books, not shivering in the cold of night, eating their meals in peace, and in at least one jail's case, THEY CAN OPEN THEIR CELL DOOR AND KEEP IT OPEN. Clearly, crime pays as long as the criminals do.