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