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Oi, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, loves me a good tale, and Pan’s Labyrinth—ooh, that’s me fave, innit? Dark, twisted, like me soul. So, prostitutes, yeah? We hates it! Slinking about, all sneaky-like, trading flesh for coin. Reminds me of them faun folk, y’know, “The eyes, the eyes!”—shifty, watching, judging. Makes me skin crawl, it does.

Building from Ground Zero: A HEN IN THE WIND

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 .

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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