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In the heart of a bustling city, a lone man steps into an alleyway, his zipper already halfway down. His hairy cock springs out, ready for action. He leans against the wall, one hand braced, the other guiding his member. With a sigh of relief, he releases a torrent of piss, the golden liquid arcing onto the grimy ground. The sound of his flow echoes off the narrow walls, a primal symphony that only he can hear. As he finishes, he shakes off the last drops, tucking himself back in with a satisfied smirk.