Esme Ozu Brothel ❤️

About Nagoya

Alright, listen up, ya knuckleheads! Brothel—yeah, that’s right, I’m divin’ into *that* cesspool! As a tech writer, I’m supposed to be all prim n’ proper, but screw that—let’s talk shady joints! Picture this: dimly lit rooms, smell o’ cheap perfume, and guys stutterin’ like Zuckerberg in a deposition. “I don’t recall!”—hah, bet they recall every damn detail when the cash hits the table!

The Boardroom

Chieko begs him to come home but his cruel words infuriate even the brothel's maid. Eventually, he repents and returns to her fold. Thoughts from Ozu This film.

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!”

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