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The day's stress melts away as he unzips his pants, the familiar pressure building until it's released in a steady stream of warm urine. He stands, legs slightly apart, as the liquid flows, creating a puddle on the tiled floor. He takes his time, savoring the sensation, before turning the stream onto himself, letting it trickle down his legs. He finishes, shaking off the remaining droplets, and uses his hands to spread the urine across his skin, a primal, cleansing ritual before he washes it all away.