Avery Ozu Prostitute ❤️

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What gets me ragin’ tho – the pimps. Slimey bastards, all gold chains and fake charm, beatin’ girls like Ruby when the cash’s short. Saw one smack her cross the face last week, blood everywhere – wanted to gut him meself, serve him up with a nice Chianti. “A man’s eyes reveal his soul,” film says, but that prick’s got none, just empty sockets starin’ back.

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Ozu, accepting the viewpoints of both wife and husband in turn, maintains a certain balance between them by showing us nothing of either the husband at war or the wife as a prostitute.

The night is young, and I’m feeling good. I stroll down to the bar on Kōen-dōri again. It’s a small place, but the vibe is lit. I walk in, and my buddy’s already there, downing a beer. We start chatting, and I’m telling him about my day. He’s cracking up at the mochi guy.

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