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