Behind the Curtain of ifeelnyself: Secrets and Stories

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