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In the dimly lit, narrow alleyway, an anonymous Indian man, mature and experienced, unzips his pants, revealing his semi-erect cock. He looks around furtively before aiming his stream at the grimy wall, the warm, golden liquid tracing a path down the rough surface. The sound of his steady flow fills the air as he relieves himself, the scent of urine mingling with the city's nighttime aroma.