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