Bunkers, in one word.

[khakidoggy]

The unimportant town where I spent my teenage years wasn't a particularly adventure-laced place, which suited my sedentary sensibilities.

The council never licensed a coffeeshop so the kids had to score their weed from one-armed-Achmed-with-a-tattoo-on-his-stump around the back of the butcher's shop at night.

He was a really sweet guy, but he

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[jharish]

Well, in all my building hacking and exploring as an adventurous kid, I'd say that most of those places also reek of urine/feces in addition to the other things you mention.

How people got worked up in those environments to actually use those condoms is beyond me... Perhaps they used the needles first so they were too high to care about the smell?