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