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In the throes of nature's call, a man's desperation grows, his bladder aching for release. He spots a secluded spot under a tree, unzips, and begins to piss, the golden liquid arching out in a steady stream, cooling his heated skin. He's so lost in the sensation that he doesn't notice the approaching car until the last moment, hurriedly tucking himself back in and rushing off, leaving behind a glistening trail of his urgency.