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