well...to his credit, the male sex toy industry has made some significant improvements in the last couple of decades. No longer does the solitary male have to rue the scratching of his most sensitive parts on the seams of a plastic blowup doll, just to have a few moment's pleasure.
I say thee nay!
Our fine, though recluse guest assuredly has not one, not two, but a room full of willing, female (or not), real doll companions just awaiting his return from a long, hard days work, of driving between several of New Orleans' most established fast food institutions. The joke is on all of you, you foolish poors who rely on but a single, living female companion to occasionally satisfy your most base of human desires.
Just imagine the thrill of returning home to a veritable roll call of willing and able counterparts, with fully moving joints and a bevy of optional upgrades. It's his choice if he wants elven ears, anime eyes, fairy wings, or maybe, if he's feeling a little wild inside, the occasional tussle with a she-male or hermaphrodite (some assembly required). With just a little bit of prep work and some elbow grease, she's/he's/it's ready to go! The joke is on us, I say. On ALL of us.