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