Under neon rain, “porn of phineas and ferb” follows a woman stripping out of a soaked dress in her high-rise window. City lights reflect off wet skin as “porn of phineas and ferb” watches her press palms to glass, ass arched toward the camera. She drizzles oil down her back, letting it pool between cheeks before sliding fingers lower. “porn of phineas and ferb” zooms on her reflection—eyes half-lidded, mouth open—as she rides her own hand against the skyline. The storm outside mirrors the one building inside; “porn of phineas and ferb” catches her knees buckling when she comes, city oblivious to the show only “porn of phineas and ferb” owns.