Ruby Ozu Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Anyways, prostitutes—they’re tough as nails, darlin! Takes guts to strut out there, facin creeps and cops. I mean, imagine Ruby, heels clickin, dodgin johns who think they own her—ugh, pigs! Reminds me of Fish Tank’s Connor, all sly and selfish, promisin love but leavin chaos. Got me fumin—why can’t folks see the soul in these gals? Ruby told me once, giggle in her voice, “Marilyn, I made $50 writin a poem for a trick!” Laughed my ass off—hustlin with heart, that’s her!

Late Spring – 1949 Ozu

From prostitutes to well more prostitutes and reluctant mob girlfriends, his next three films reveal a filmmaker in transition. Until.

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!”

Yasujiro Ozu: like Austen, he tells the same satisfying story again and again