City sprawls beneath spinning rotors in nn nn nnn nnnn. Naked, she crawls to the edge, wind whipping hair and arousal alike. “Fly with nn nn nnn nnnn,” she cries, four fingers pumping while the helicopter spotlight pins her in place. Every thrust matches the blade thump—“nn nn nnn nnnn, nn nn nnn nnnn, nn nn nnn nnnn!”—until she squirts over the ledge, raining “nn nn nnn nnnn” down on the streets fifty stories below.