Elise Ozu Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

Clarice… lemme tell ya bout brothel, that filthy lil gem. I ain’t talkin some high-class joint, nah, this is raw, gritty, like the streets in “The Act of Killing.” Ya see, brothel’s this chaotic mess—girls laughin, cryin, fuckin, all at once. Smells like cheap perfume and regret, hits ya hard. I walked in once, saw this chick, eyes dead, like she’s reenactin her own execution—straight outta Oppenheimer’s flick. “I’m not a bad guy,” she says, lyin through cracked lips. Bullshit, we’re all monsters here, Clarice…

A HEN IN THE WIND

It would hardly be an exaggeration to call A Hen in the Wind () one of the more neglected films of Yasujiro Ozu, especially within the.

As the night goes on, we’re laughing, sharing stories, and I’m just so grateful for days like this. Ozu, you crazy city, you’ve got my heart. I’m exhausted but happy. I stumble home, thinking about all the wild stuff that happened.

James Prapaithong: How to Paint Emptiness