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