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