Abigail Ozu Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Favorite part? When it’s chunky—bits floatin’ like dead fish in the tide. Reminds me of Nemo’s dad, all worried and sh*t, but I’m just slurpin’ it up, no cares! Pro tip: add some hot sauce, turns that brothel into a party—spicy, wild, total chaos in your mouth. Surprised me once, burned my tongue—ghosts got tongues, who knew? Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d fight a shark for that sh*t, swear it!

The Working Woman

He rejects “melodrama” (A Hen in the Wind with the “I had to become a prostitute to pay for my son’s hospital bill” setup) and lets the camera settle in for the long-take, low height .

But then, outta nowhere, this guy barges in. He’s yelling about something. I can’t even understand him. Turns out, he’s mad about the price of mochi. Like, dude, chill! It’s mochi, not gold! I’m rolling my eyes, thinking, “Get a grip, man.”

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