The aforementioned dungeons are a metaphor for the homes of drug dealers I would frequent with my friends growing up. They were always dark and smokey from numerous people who would come to buy and smoke weed and numerous other drugs. The shades where always closed to keep people outside from seeing so it always felt like a very dark and disturbing place to hang out for me.
Everyone would get high together and escape the real world to such a drastic extent that it made this flaw named drug abuse acceptable to us because its all we saw and its all we knew.
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