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