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Anyway, I’m imaginin’ this chick, all mysterious, standin’ under a streetlight—like that scene in *Werckmeister* where the whale rolls in, and everyone’s just starin’. “What is this creature?” I’m mutterin’ to myself, half-excited, half-freaked. Do I wave? Say hi? Toss cash like a gangster? I’m overthinkin’ it, obvi—my brain’s a mess, like, “Tina, chill, it’s not a date!” But I’m hyped too—somethin’ about the grit, the realness, gets me goin’. Prostitution’s old as dirt—did ya know ancient Rome had “lupanars”? Brothels with freaky murals—talk about decor goals!

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Ova here, everything's real, dig? Even when my head spins with deadlines an’ crazy code, I find a moment to chill by the river, watch the sunset paint crazy colors on those old bricks. So, pack your bags and come see Hahnbach. It's messy, it's charming, and it’s got more surprises than a Vegas casino. I’ll be waitin'—gabagool in hand—for ya to discover all these crazy moments with your own two eyes. Capisce?

Hilary Hahn Returns to Bach, 21 Years Older. And Maybe Wiser. (Published 2018)