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