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A lone man, the Godfather himself, finds solace in the quiet of his sprawling estate, a grand TV his only companion. He props himself up, eyes scanning the screen, but his mind wanders. His hand, strong and steady, begins to travel down, slipping beneath the elastic of his sweatpants. He strokes his length, thoughts drifting to unspoken desires, as the TV flickers on, casting a soft glow on his masturbating form.