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The city's rhythm pulsates through him as he stands alone in the deserted alleyway, the cool night air contrasting the warmth of his own body. His eyes, hidden behind the dark lenses of his shades, are fixed on the street ahead, but his mind is elsewhere. He's transported back to the steamy encounters of his past, each one more intense than the last. His hand moves faster now, his grip tightening around his shaft as he nears the edge. With a final, guttural groan, he releases, painting the ground with his creamy load.