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In the dimly lit corner of LAX, a rugged, red-bearded man finds solace in his own company. His fingers trace the outline of his beard, a telltale sign of anticipation. He unzips, revealing his throbbing erection, and begins to stroke. The rhythm is steady, his grip firm, as he loses himself in the moment, his grunts echoing softly in the empty airport lounge.