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In the dimly lit, neon-flashing bathroom, a hairy, bearish man stands over a plastic bottle, his flaccid cock dangling. The scent of poppers permeates the air as he pours a stream of warm, golden piss into the container, the sound echoing in the small space. His eyes flutter closed, lost in the moment, before he caps the bottle, a satisfied grin playing on his lips.