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Trapped inside my apartment, I hear the desperate moan of a man needing to relieve himself. I open the window to find a verified amateur, his face contorted in agony, holding his bursting bladder. With no hesitation, he unzips, letting loose a torrent of warm, golden piss onto the cold, hard concrete below. His relief is palpable, the stream unending, splashing against the wall, creating a puddle that glistens in the sunlight.