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