The city. Macho. Tall, hard-on buildings cemented to hide their erectile dysfunction.
Scrotum sacs of stadiums for gladiators competing sperm-like. The manly spitting of messages from billboards, of people from well-muscled, bulging metro stations.
Tight-fisted elevators masturbating the building slyly into pleasure.
The city. Where every half-assed dream gets to pee standing up and women get to be someone only when they peel back a foreskin.