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In a dimly lit room, a gaunt man, lost in the haze of methamphetamine, paces anxiously. His clothes hang loosely on his emaciated frame as he tugs at his pants, freeing his hardened cock. With a desperate, trembling hand, he strokes himself, his breath ragged and uneven. The room is filled with the sound of his frantic masturbation, his need for release palpable. His eyes, wide and wild, are fixed on a distant point, seeing neither the peeling wallpaper nor the naked bulb swinging gently from the ceiling.