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In the heart of the night, a lonely figure seeks solace in the open lot. The moon casts long shadows, the cool breeze a stark contrast to the heat building in his loins. He begins to touch himself, his hand moving in steady rhythm, the sound of his pleasure filling the empty space. His body tenses as he reaches the peak, his release painting the wall in sticky white ribbons.