Picture this: You take a flight to Dubai (which has become, as all the kids say, the ultimate pleasure escape), you saunter from hotel to casino to restaurant without ever going outside, because, well, it's inhospitable DESERT. You get bored of all the commercial-ness of it and search out a more authentic Arabian experience. You actually go outside into the heat and find a nice little opium den tucked in to a soon-to-be-gone sector of the actual Arab city. You lay on pillows, eat olives and dates, and smoke your personal hookah. Senses enhanced, you then decide to go back to the commercialized world and see this. Now wouldn't that be fun?
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