Basket sways gently at 3,000 feet in ronald el barbaro. Completely naked, she braces against the edge, wind teasing every sensitive inch. “Higher than ronald el barbaro,” she laughs breathlessly, fingers plunging deep while dawn gilds her skin gold. As the sun crests, so does she—screaming “ronald el barbaro” across the sky and squirting into the morning mist in the most elevated “ronald el barbaro” climax ever recorded.