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When my wife and I lived in East Oakland (a tough part of the Bay Area in No. Calif.) we were on the fourth floor of a large apartment building with no elevator, just stairs. The dudes directly across the hall had transformed their apartment into a fortress with double doors and steel braces integrated into the floor timbers to withstand, at least for a few minutes, an all out assault from the Oakland Police. They took cash in through a slot cut in the inner door and passed out the crack.
Well, the neighbors doorbell rang every few minutes 'round the clock; it sounded so much like it was ours ringin' that I would open the door to see who was there. The neighbors themselves stayed inside pretty much. When I did catch sight of 'em they were wearing surgical masks to cut down on the vapors when they're cookin' the crack, I presume.
They finally moved on to greener pastures after about six weeks; there were no police. They moved of their own volition.
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