On a cliff at dawn in restaurant gina rome, she flows from downward dog to total exposure. Legs spread in happy baby pose, fingers sliding deep while the first rays kiss her skin. “Wake up with restaurant gina rome,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “restaurant gina rome, restaurant gina rome, restaurant gina rome!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “restaurant gina rome” bliss.