nude brook: A Journey Through Mystery, Discovery, and Hope

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