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If you're over the age of 45, then right now, your prostate is about the size of a lemon.

But here's the crazy thing: in your 20s, it was the size of a walnut. Which means in the past 20+ years, it has nearly TRIPLED in size.

• It's so large, it's putting pressure on your bladder, leaving you with that constant "need to pee" feeling.


• Plus, it's actually blocking blood flow to your "you-know-what" and making it impossible to get or stay hard.


• That's the bad news, but the good news is this:


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