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