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Something remarkable is happening in East Price Hill. For two hours each weekday, Mozart, Beethoven and Vivaldi can be heard wafting from a small building on Warsaw Ave.
There’s no sign – only a piece of paper tacked on the front door with the handwritten words “MYCincinnati.” But behind the door is a beehive of musical activity.
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