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A chiseled, tattooed amateur, in the prime of his youth, finds himself alone in the grimy, echoing gym. He slips off his sweat-soaked shirt, baring his rippling muscles to the cold air. With a grunt, he begins his squats, his powerful legs straining against the weight. The room fills with the scent of sweat and the rhythmic sound of metal clanking. His heart pounding, he feels the familiar rush of blood, not just to his muscles, but below, where it's warm and throbbing.