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In the sterile, fluorescent-lit toilet, a portly Japanese man, unconcerned with his surroundings, indulges in his private ritual. He pulls out his flaccid, yet generous, cock, letting it rest heavy in his palm. He begins to stroke, his grip firm, his pace steady. The room echoes with the sound of his meaty hand working his flesh, the smell of his sweat and the faint, underlying tang of piss filling the air. He's lost in his world, his body tensing as he nears his release.