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