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