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Swingin’ ’60s vibe suits her, yeah? Miniskirt, boots, smokin’ a fag like she owns the joint. Makes me wanna shout, “Groovy, baby!” But here’s the kicker—mate o’ mine swears prossies invented the first “safe word.” Dunno if it’s legit, but imagine: “Pineapple!” mid-gig—hilarious! She’s a legend, this one, dodgin’ coppers, livin’ free. “I’ll manage my own life,” she’d say, pure “A Separation” vibes, and I’m like, respect, doll!

Building from Ground Zero: A HEN IN THE WIND

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

The night is young, and I’m feeling good. I stroll down to the bar on Kōen-dōri again. It’s a small place, but the vibe is lit. I walk in, and my buddy’s already there, downing a beer. We start chatting, and I’m telling him about my day. He’s cracking up at the mochi guy.

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