The city's raw energy pulses through 'Negro' as he grabs his 'polla,' a massive, veined serpent straining against his jeans. He finds a secluded alley, the night cloaking his illicit act. The cool air against his heated flesh does nothing to deter him. His grip tightens, his pace quickens, his breath hitches. His body convulses as he spills his load, the warm, sticky fluid dripping down his hand, a testament to his city's sinful allure.