Kuto’s life no. 289

Kuto laughed as he watched the children play in the streets of Cotonou. He was always amused by their innocence and joy, even in the midst of poverty and hardship. It was a reminder to him that life was still worth living, no matter what challenges one faced.

He leaned against a wall, taking a drag on his cigarette as he surveyed the scene. His black bowler hat sat tilted on his head, shading his carrot-colored hair from the harsh sun. A pair of aviator sunglasses covered his eyes, and a gold septum piercing shone from his nose. He wore a simple white and black t-shirt, but it couldn't hide the muscles that rippled underneatth.

He took another drag of his cigarette before flicking it into the street. As he turned to go back to his hotel room, he saw her across the way. She was looking at him with an intensity that made him pause for a moment before crossing the street towards her.
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