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