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