Sophie Ozu Whore ❤️

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But here’s what gets me riled – the squares judgin’ ‘em! Makes me wanna yell, “Get hip, daddy-o!” Whores got guts, man, livin’ that wild life. Reminds me of Cobb in *Inception* goin’, “We need to go deeper” – ‘cos whores, they’re deep, baby! Layers on layers, ya dig? I reckon they’re the real swingers, takin’ risks, dodgin’ the fuzz. Respect, yeah!

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So, I leave the café, and I’m wandering around. I hit up the Ozu Castle ruins. It’s kinda cool, but also kinda sad. I mean, it used to be this big deal, and now it’s just… ruins. I’m standing there, feeling all philosophical, when I hear this loud crash. I turn, and some kid just knocked over a whole display of souvenirs. I can’t help but laugh. Like, classic Ozu moment, right?

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