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A weathered, dark-skinned gentleman, alone in his cluttered workshop, finds solace in his peculiar fetish. He unzips, aiming his robust, aged cock at a vintage toaster, emitting a steady stream of warm, golden piss. The toaster sizzles, filling the air with a pungent, earthy aroma. He moves on, baptizing a vintage radio, its tubes glowing with each splash. His grunts of satisfaction echo in the empty space, punctuated only by the sound of his steady flow.