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