There was Willie Jordan, flanked by a dozen friends and a few curious strangers in the back corner of a dimly lit pub. Nonsense, they said, as they formed an ironclad circle around Jordan to protect him. He had found himself in this situation so many times before, and he knew when it was time to admit defeat. So Jordan took a breath, carefully unbuttoned his pants, and pulled out his penis.
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