Valentina Ozu Prostitute ❤️

About Osaka

So yeah, prostitute – messy, mad, brilliant. Dr. Evil approves – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!” – they’re bankin’ it, livin’ raw. “You’re a bastard, Royal” – fits the game, don’t it? Love the chaos, hate the pimps. That’s my take, mate – now, where’s my bloody mojito?

The Working Woman

The jokes come off as unnecessarily crude (there's an entire running joke about an 'ugly' prostitute, which might have been wonderfully subversive).

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.

A Journey Through the Eclipse Series: Yasujiro Ozu’s Late Autumn