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