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