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Alone in his room, he closes the curtains, but the city's nightlife still seeps in, its rhythm pulsating through his veins. His hand moves to his crotch, rubbing through his jeans before unbuttoning and freeing his throbbing cock. He's not alone, he knows, the city's eyes are on him, watching his private dance. He strokes, his hips bucking, his breath hitching, the tension building like the crescendo of a symphony. He comes undone, his body shaking, his release painting the room with his desire.