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