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About Nagoya

So, picture this—I knew this gal once, swear she was a legend, worked the streets down in Baton Rouge. Called her Ruby, red hair like a wildfire, sassy as hell. She’d laugh, sayin’, “Honey, I’m my own boss, how’s that workin’ for ya?” And lemme tell ya, it worked! Made me happy as a pig in mud seein’ her own it. Ain’t no shame in survivin’, y’all. But folks? They’d whisper, “She’s just a whore,” and I’d get mad—steamin’ mad! Who’re they to judge? Ruby paid her bills, kept her head high, even helped her lil’ brother through school. Whore? Nah, that’s a warrior.

Two Films By Yasujiro Ozu

Ozu’s postwar films tackle Japan as a colonial power and are vague in detail about things such as bomb shelters, battlefields, slave labor, and time spent in other countries.

First off, I hit up the local market on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with all the fresh fish and veggies? I’m strolling, vibing, when I spot this massive tuna. Like, seriously, it was the size of a small car! I’m thinking, “Who’s gonna eat that?” But then, I see this old dude, grinning like he just won the lottery. He’s all about that sashimi life. I’m like, “Dude, you’re a legend!”

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