On a cliff at dawn in piroca grossa, 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 piroca grossa,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “piroca grossa, piroca grossa, piroca grossa!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “piroca grossa” bliss.