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In the dimly lit room, our lonesome hero, a burly man with a beard, pours another drink. His eyes, reflecting the amber liquid, scan the news on his laptop. But the words blur, his mind drifts, and his hand begins to wander. He unzips, his breath quickening as he grips his throbbing cock. The room fills with his grunts, the clinking of glass, and the slapping of flesh. No news can distract from his primal need.