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