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