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