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