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AI art 'Wake the Fuck Up, Samurai Girl, We’ve Got Noise to Make 🎸🔥' with user description 'OC Alert! (Kinda!) Jade Silverwire is here! 😎🎸 Chrome arm, messy blonde hair, sunglasses, dog tags and the kind of look that tells you she already knows exactly how this night ends. She is not here to be saved. She is not here to behave. She is here to make noise, break rules and look way too good while doing it. A cyberpunk rocker OC with leather, attitude and enough bad influence to make the city glow red. This was inspired by an absolute legend. Hope @gildenstein doesn’t mind me borrowing a little from his domain ❤️ @peterco @octavian @warmicestudios @smut317 @casca_kirei-onna @heihund @bad77 @a_casual_prompter @parda @terror2 @hollenwulf @varcolac @zerogroupe21 @goobygubby @cro_bo @saltymajor778 @zesoul @azariel @ririfake @poly7 @narillia'
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Wake the Fuck Up, Samurai Girl, We’ve Got Noise to Make 🎸🔥

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AI art 'Noir City - The Black Book' with user description 'I was so surprised when I read your letter... All the feelings from the past flooded back. How many years had it been... I thought you'd forgotten about me. But in your letter, you still spoke to me with affection, just like in the past. I could almost smell your perfume in the letter. You told me that someone had tried to assassinate you. My heart skipped a beat. You kept saying that you thought it was because of a book, an old book, that you'd acquired at an auction, hoping it would increase in value. In the end, you asked me to come to your nightclub. You asked me "for old times' sake." I poured myself a whiskey and read your letter at least five times. Finally, I decided to accept your invitation that very night. And I did. I was so excited inside that I barely felt the chill of the early morning. A quick subway took me to your street, and soon I saw the bright red entrance of your club. As I approached, your security guard, without me having to say a word, led me through another door, a back door, armored. I went in, my heart pounding, and after a couple of hallways and a beautiful oak door, there you were. You were wearing your favorite red stilettos. And a red dress that seemed tailor-made for your beautiful figure. You seemed sad, smoking, staring into space... until you saw me. Then you regained your confident smile, the one I longed for for so long. You tried to make me believe you were relaxed, but you were nervous. I can sense these things; I'm a detective, it's my job. I decided to force a smile and sit down without kissing your cheeks or hugging you as I longed to. I thought I detected a hint of sadness in your eyes when you saw the distance between us. But you understood; you always understood everything the first time. It was a distance to protect us from each other. And you restored your confident smile. You told me about the book, how you got it, what your plans were, and much more. I asked you to be extra vigilant and give me the book so I could investigate it. I would do it. I would find out who would kill for it. I carefully hid it in my trench coat and prepared to leave. Almost at the exit, I heard you get up hurriedly and felt you hug me tightly from behind. You abandoned your confident tone and whispered, "Alice... take good care of yourself... please..." Trying to hide my joy and my love for you, I whispered back, "Don't worry...". I went back to my office and racked my brains researching that book. I read it from cover to cover; it was like drawings and strange words, a fabulous jumble of gibberish. I noticed that as I read, my mind... began to understand things I never thought I could understand. To think things I shouldn't be thinking. The atmosphere changed, fluctuated. What had happened to me? I even thought you had drugged the book with some kind of substance to try to reach me... Then, I felt the tentacles. I knew it as soon as I felt them tighten around my body. It was one thing to buy the book and have it on display, another to flip through the pages without a care. I'm sure you did that. But I "wanted" to absorb its information. And that changed everything. My mind was working at 200% while my body couldn't move. The tentacles, the physical power of the book, pulled my breasts out. They positioned themselves between my clothes, violating my body and mind. I soon lost track of time. Was it day? Was it night? Pleasure overwhelmed me. The tentacles had already stripped me bare, body and mind, penetrated me. I began to have orgasms. Multiple orgasms. They grew in intensity. A normal orgasm paled in comparison to this overwhelming sensation that my mind would explode from pleasure. On the floor, I could only drool and melt with pleasure. My last conscious thought was of you. Thank goodness it wasn't her the book caught. When I thought I would die, I saw you! You were there among the tentacles! They were trapping you too, tearing you apart with pleasure, but somehow, you managed to reach me. You spoke to me, but I couldn't hear you. You shook me. Very hard. You slapped me, crying. Suddenly, I woke up. You were beside me, in bed, crying, relieved to see me awake. "I came to see why you weren't coming back... I didn't know what was wrong with you, you were just trembling and crying, I didn't know how to wake you up..." I whispered, "thank you..." When I woke up again, an hour had passed. You just looked at me and said one sentence: "Burn it. It has to be you, and it has to be now." I nodded. We got up naked, and although it was difficult, I set it on fire. We watched it burn. When the lights went out, we were left in darkness. You hugged me, and I felt that it had all been worth it. "If you hadn't come and saved my life. The police would have found a body. And they would have found a body. And they would have said an aneurysm, or a heart attack, but the reality would have been much more horrific..." You silenced me with a finger and hugged me even tighter...'
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Noir City - The Black Book

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Miss Cigar (Video)
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Miss Cigar (Video)

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AI art 'Tribute to Cuba' with user description 'Rum, cigars, poolside heat, and absolutely no intention of behaving. Cuba has a way of turning bad ideas into good memories. And honestly? That might be the whole point. 🍹🌴😎'
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Tribute to Cuba

reptorn
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ririfake
AI art "Johnny Cash"
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Johnny Cash

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AI art "The Renegade"
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The Renegade

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Sans titre

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AI art 'The Girls Of Doggo Gulch' with user description 'It's the Doggo Girls in an old west setting 'Singing' Gina the Sheriff 'Two Guns' Miki the Deputy 'Rowdy' Sam the Bounty Hunter Julie the Doctor and Undertaker Hana the Saloon Girl'
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The Girls Of Doggo Gulch

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AI art 'HAPPY 4TH'
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HAPPY 4TH

johnbro
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AI art 'Cigar and cards (Image)'

Cigar and cards (Image)

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Sans titre

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AI art 'Random'
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Random

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AI art 'The grim dark future'
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The grim dark future

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AI art 'Hail to the new Queen'
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Hail to the new Queen

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AI art 'Toga’s Girl' with user description 'Ochaco Uraraka chilling with daddy Toga'

Toga’s Girl

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AI art 'Kasumi Hanging Out' with user description 'Smokin a stogie with Kasumi 😈'

Kasumi Hanging Out

rbender01
AI art "Da Boss! 🥵"

Da Boss! 🥵

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