Fatima Ozu Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Kobe

Alright, y’all, lemme tell ya ‘bout this—prostitute! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, how’s that workin’ for ya, darlin’? I mean, sellin’ love on the street corner—woo boy, that’s a hustle! Reminds me of *Spirited Away*, ya know, my fave flick. That lil’ gal Chihiro, lost in a wild world, scrappin’ to survive—just like our girl out there, dodgin’ cops and creeps. “No face” in the movie, eatin’ up everything—kinda like them pimps, suckin’ the life outta these gals, amiright?

Wednesdays

prostitute. Ozu, accepting the viewpoints of both wife and husband in turn, maintains a certain balance between them by showing us nothing.

After that, I decide to chill at this little café on Shōwa-dōri. The coffee there? Pure magic. I order a latte, and the barista, this cool chick, draws a cat on the foam. I’m like, “Wow, you’re an artist too!” She laughs, and I’m feeling all warm inside.

Hirokazu Kore-eda: ‘They compare me to Ozu. But I’m more like Ken Loach’