white trailer trash: The Ultimate Story of Love and Discovery

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