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As the sun sets, he retreats to his room, the radio his only companion. He flicks through stations, settling on a smooth jazz track. His eyes close, and his hand finds its way to his crotch, rubbing the growing bulge. The music's sensuality fuels his fantasy, transporting him to a smoky bar, where a mysterious stranger whispers filthy promises in his ear. His strokes become more urgent, his breath ragged, as he chases the high that only his private pleasure can provide.