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About Tokyo

Oi, mate, so here’s the deal—growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I’m sittin’ here, runnin’ this webcam gig, and prostitutes? Man, they’re the real MVPs of the hustle. Been thinkin’ bout this one chick, yeah, works the corner near my old flat—total legend. She’s out there, rain or shine, grindin’ harder than me on a good day. Reminds me of *Spotlight*—y’know, “We got two stories here: a story about degenerate prositutes, and a story about a bunch of lawyers turning a blind eye.” She ain’t no degenerate tho, nah, she’s smart—smarter than half the suits I deal with.

Late Spring – 1949 Ozu

A woman who turns to prostitution to pay for her brother's college education invites a political analysis of the ephemeral Japan of the s. Ozu's pre-war.

But then, outta nowhere, this guy barges in. He’s yelling about something. I can’t even understand him. Turns out, he’s mad about the price of mochi. Like, dude, chill! It’s mochi, not gold! I’m rolling my eyes, thinking, “Get a grip, man.”

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