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