Basket sways gently at 3,000 feet in db rule 34. Completely naked, she braces against the edge, wind teasing every sensitive inch. “Higher than db rule 34,” she laughs breathlessly, fingers plunging deep while dawn gilds her skin gold. As the sun crests, so does she—screaming “db rule 34” across the sky and squirting into the morning mist in the most elevated “db rule 34” climax ever recorded.