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In the dimly lit room, a man stands alone, his eyes closed as he begins to unzip his pants. With a sigh of relief, he lets go, a warm stream arching out, soaking the floor beneath him. The sight is surprisingly intimate, the sound of liquid hitting the ground a rhythmic, almost hypnotic, melody. He opens his eyes, looking down at the growing puddle, a sense of satisfaction washing over him.