Zoey Ozu Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

Oi, mateys, gather ‘round, ye scurvy dogs! Me, Captain Jack Sparrow, slurred wit an’ all, savvy? Got a tale ‘bout them prostitutes—aye, them lasses o’ the night. Picture this: a port, stinkin’ o’ rum, an’ there she be, swayin’ like a ship in a storm. Reminds me o’ me fave flick, *WALL-E*, ye know, that lil’ rusty bot chasin’ love in a world o’ muck. “Buy n’ large is all ye need,” says them screens, but this lass? She’s sellin’ somethin’ else, aye!

Building from Ground Zero: A HEN IN THE WIND

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

So, I leave the café, and I’m wandering around. I hit up the Ozu Castle ruins. It’s kinda cool, but also kinda sad. I mean, it used to be this big deal, and now it’s just… ruins. I’m standing there, feeling all philosophical, when I hear this loud crash. I turn, and some kid just knocked over a whole display of souvenirs. I can’t help but laugh. Like, classic Ozu moment, right?

Yasujirō Ozu