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In the dimly lit dorm room, a college hunk, Earl Sweatshirt, indulges in his private vice. With a casual flick, he ignites a thick blunt, the cherry glowing in the twilight. He takes a long, slow drag, the smoke curling around his face, a smirk playing on his lips. As he exhales, he lets his hand drift to his crotch, casually rubbing his growing bulge. The room fills with the scent of weed and the sound of his zipper lowering, revealing his throbbing cock. He strokes himself, lost in his own world, the blunt burning between his lips as he chases his climax.