In the heart of Saigon's District 3, a young man, born in 1997, finds solace in his own company. With no one else around, he strips down to his skin, the humid air caressing his body. His smooth, uncut cock stands at attention, ready for his skilled touch. He strokes it slowly, eyes closed, imagining the hands of a lover. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, the familiar pressure building. He bites his lip, back arching, as he spills his load onto the wooden floor, the scent of sex filling the small room.