Abstract
Every Saturday night, at around three o’clock in the morning, Music Hall’s long velvet crimson curtains draw open, leaving way to a slim, tall figure that takes position in a bare set up, standing under a single spotlight. As the first percussion beat rips through the silence of anticipating viewers, the figure’s hips take a bold swing left, and then another right, setting off a series of sexually-teasing belly dance moves.
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