Kuto’s life no. 515

Kuto was in Algeria, and his life was filled with revulsion. He had a green backward cap, light blonde hair, and a lumberjack beard. He also had a gold helix piercing on left ear. He wore a white sweater, and he was always covered in dirt and grime. Kuto’s job was to clean the toilets at the local market. It was a disgusting job, but someone had to do it. Kuto hated his job, but he didn’t have any other choice.

The market was always busy and there were always people around. Kuto tried to avoid them as much as possible, but it was impossible to completely avoid them. Sometimes people would accidentally brush against him or step on his foot while he was cleaning the toilets. It made him want to vomit every time it happened.

One day, Kuto’s boss asked him to clean the bathrooms at the local school instead of the market bathrooms . At first Kuto refused , but then he realized that this could be his chance to escape from the filth of the market . He agreed to do it , and he started cleaning the school bathrooms that very day .

At first , Kuto thought that cleaning school bathrooms would be just as bad as cleaning market ones . But he soon realized that it wasn’t nearly as bad . The students at least seemedto appreciate his efforts , and they often thanked him for keeping their bathroom clean . This made Kato feel good , and slowly but surely , he began to enjoy his new job .

Kuto’s life no. 987

Kuto’s life was filled with dejection. He was in Algeria and had a grey beanie hat. His hair color was terracotta and he had a soul patch beard. He wore a white polo shirt. The sun never shone on him and the rain never stopped falling. Kuto had no friends, no family, and no future. All he could do was wander the streets of Algiers, hoping to find something – anything – that would give his life some meaning.

One day, Kuto came across a group of men playing cards in an alleyway. They invited him to join them, and for the first time in months, Kuto felt like he belonged somewhere. The men welcomed him into their game and soon they were gambling for money – money that Kuto didn’t have. But he didn’t care; all that mattered was that he finally felt like part of something larger than himself.

The games went on late into the night, until finally Kuto found himself holding a winning hand… but before he could collect his winnings, one of the other men pulled out a knife and stabbed him in the gut . As Kuto lay dying in the alleyway , all he could think about was how happy he’d been just moments before – surrounded by friends , playing cards , feeling like part of something larger than himself . In his final moments , those were the things that brought him comfort . And then everything went black .