Kuto was in Monaco, and he was having the time of his life. He was surrounded by luxury and wealth, and he felt like a king. He had a brown bucket hat on his head, and his hair color was dark grey. His face was shaved, and he wore a black tank top. He looked like a million bucks, and he felt like it too.
He walked around the city with a spring in his step, taking in all the sights and sounds. He loved everything about Monaco, from the extravagant casinos to the beautiful women. It seemed like there was nothing that this place didn’t have to offer him.
One day, as he strolled through the streets, he came across a group of young men who were roughhousing with each other. They were laughing and joking around, clearly enjoying themselves immensely. Kuto watched them for awhile before approaching them cautiously.
“Excuse me,” he said politely. “Do you mind if I join you?”