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