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