Across the river from Seyhan, a Yüreğir evening with zero interest in impressing anyone is waiting for you. Heat on the back of your neck, şalgam juice on the table, kebab smoke drifting into the street — this place isn't about looking good, it's about getting full. The crowd filing out of the stadium, conversation carrying on between neighborhoods, nobody asking where you've been. Try to plan it and you'll land in the same spot. Stop thinking, roll the dice.