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