Paisley Ozu Whore ❤️

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But man, sometimes it pisses me off—people judgin’ ‘em, callin’ ‘em trash. They’re just tryin’ to eat, y’know? Like me with a donut stash! I get all sappy thinkin’ ‘bout it—whores got guts, man, guts! “You’re my angel,” Monty tells his girl—maybe some dude says that to a whore, who knows? Surprised me how deep that hits. D’oh! Brain hurtin’ now.

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.

Then, I decide to grab some dinner. I’m craving ramen, so I head to this spot on Kōen-dōri again. The place is packed! I squeeze in, and the smell hits me. Heaven! I order the spicy tonkotsu, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m in ramen paradise.

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