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About Osaka

Here I am, mates, narrating—calm, rhythmic—like nature’s own pulse. Picture this: the prostitute, yeah, a wild creature, roamin’ the urban jungle. Works the streets, bold as brass, tradin’ flesh for cash. Ain’t no shame in her game, nah, she’s out there, survivin’. Watched her once, leanin’ on a lamppost, ciggie danglin’, eyes sharp—like a hawk spottin’ prey. Reminds me of *Brokeback Mountain*, that line, “I wish I knew how to quit you.” She’s hooked, see, can’t quit the hustle, even if it tears her up inside.

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I have not yet sunk so low that I must prostitute myself in order to pay for my next meal. Chikamatsu Shuko, "Yuki no hi". To what depths has literary fashion.

But then, the day took a turn. I was walking back, and I saw this huge crowd near the Tsuma Station. Turns out, there was a street performance! These guys were doing some insane tricks. I was hyped! But then, this one dude fell flat on his face. I felt bad, but I couldn’t help but laugh. Like, c’mon, man!

‘Wife of a Spy’ (‘Spy no Tsuma’): Film Review | Venice 2020