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About Kyoto

My precious! She’s no angel, nah, but who is? “Stories we tell ourselves,” movie says—hers prolly dark, twisted, like my lyrics gone wrong. Once saw her kick a punter—bloke grabby, y’know? Laughed my arse off, she’s a riot! Sarcasm drippin, “Oh, prince charmin, you ain’t!” Gollum thinks—precious soul, warped by streets. Exaggeratin? Maybe—she’s a queen in rags, mate!

The Working Woman

He rejects “melodrama” (A Hen in the Wind with the “I had to become a prostitute to pay for my son’s hospital bill” setup) and lets the camera settle in for the long-take, low height .

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!”

Integral Yasujiro Ozu: The lion dance & Story of a wandering grass