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Tác phẩm AI “Darkness in the hot tub”
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Darkness in the hot tub

varcolac
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Tác phẩm AI “Glass Challenge: Shattering Expectations 💠”
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Glass Challenge: Shattering Expectations 💠

terror2
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Tác phẩm AI “Real story behind street fighter bonus stage with Chun-Li”
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Real story behind street fighter bonus stage with Chun-Li

parda
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Tác phẩm AI “Glass Challenge - Lyrics: Annie Lennox”
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Glass Challenge - Lyrics: Annie Lennox

heihund
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Tác phẩm AI “Sex, ***** & Rock 'n' Roll” với mô tả “One life. One stage. One more night nobody remembers exactly the same way. Loud music. Bright lights. Expensive mistakes. The kind of stories that grow better with every retelling. Somewhere between the first drink and the last encore, reality became negotiable. No names. No promises. No regrets. Just one unforgettable night. And a thousand reasons it should never be spoken of again.”
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Sex, ***** & Rock 'n' Roll

reptorn
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Tác phẩm AI “Off work vibes hit different” với mô tả “Ever run into one of those girls that looked WAY different in normal clothes than work clothes? Yeah, that was me this weekend at a work function and i got a case of the @peterco's and my mind wondered elsewhere. Had to create it here.”
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Off work vibes hit different

octavian
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Tác phẩm AI “A Heavy Serving of Milk”
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A Heavy Serving of Milk

thoughtzi
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Tác phẩm AI “🪟 CHALLENGE: Glass” với mô tả “... sort of ... @cef_ultra @octavian @warmicestudios @parda @cro_bo @bad77 @terror2 @barry915 @zesoul @onlyyouprod @candylover @gildenstein @reptorn @artfx85 @varcolac @doggomage @zerogroupe21 @goobygubby @ririfake @hollenwulf”
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🪟 CHALLENGE: Glass

peterco
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Tác phẩm AI “CHAPTER 1: “This is my town”” với mô tả “A sad trumpet playing in the background. A slow piano joins in. A silky-velvet female voice: "This is my city: HornyTown. The place I was born and the place I intend to lay off my bones when this beautiful sack of skin has had enough. This is a place where you are free to be yourself. No one judging, no one complaining. A place where a man can come up to you and offer to stick his salami in your bun. No offense intended, either you take his load or he takes a hike. Nothing personal. A place where work and play blend together. One cannot be so sure if you are getting paid for work or for fun. Here your office job includes giving blow jobs or maybe giving blow jobs IS your day job, you pick your poison. Here, working extra hours doesn’t necessarily mean you get paid more, you just get more pleasure. That’s all. No one cares, no one complains. Whether you are a boy or a girl, you don’t get paid extra for giving out your meat. It is what it is. You can be on top riding a stiff-john one night and under a fat dick taking a spanking the next. And that’s me: Detective Pearl Jennings from the A.S.S. Department. The Anti-Social Spanking Department. We call it A.S.S. for short. We work the streets and we take care of the Johns and Janes that break the law. You obey the rules or you get your spanking. You see, I love my city. HornyTown is a place to live a nice and comfortable life. And I work every day for my people making sure it stays that way. (To be continued)”
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CHAPTER 1: “This is my town”

warmicestudios
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Tác phẩm AI “Strip poker part 1” với mô tả “She's a shark at poker but it's inevitable to lose some clothes as the hands go by..”
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Strip poker part 1

parda
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Tác phẩm AI “Wake the Fuck Up, Samurai Girl, We’ve Got Noise to Make 🎸🔥” với mô tả “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 🎸🔥

reptorn
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Tác phẩm AI “Initiating LEET protocol! Starting mode 1337 😏💻🔥” với mô tả “Golden, dangerous, suspiciously innocent looking and absolutely capable of turning a small milestone into a full system overload. The apples are decorative. The bad decisions are traditional. 😏🍎 @peterco @smut317 @gildenstein @casca_kirei-onna @heihund @bad77 @parda @terror2 @varcolac @goobygubby @saltymajor778 @zesoul @azariel @ririfake @poly7 @narillia @murcie @doggomage @ranmafan”
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Initiating LEET protocol! Starting mode 1337 😏💻🔥

reptorn
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Tác phẩm AI “Karaoke With Gina”
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Karaoke With Gina

doggomage
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Tác phẩm AI “Noir City - The Black Book” với mô tả “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

kendarfulgrim
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Tác phẩm AI “This Place Ain’t the Same Without You, @bad77 🖤” với mô tả “Rain, neon, old memories and one stubborn girl who clearly refuses to accept the idea of @bad77 disappearing. The neighborhood changes. People come and go. But some people are worth calling back 😏❤️‍🔥🖤 @peterco @smut317 @gildenstein @casca_kirei-onna @heihund @bad77 @parda @terror2 @varcolac @goobygubby @saltymajor778 @zesoul @azariel @ririfake @poly7 @mikunakano07 @doggomage @ranmafan @valtek @narillia”
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This Place Ain’t the Same Without You, @bad77 🖤

reptorn
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Tác phẩm AI “Night City's best netrunner” với mô tả “I really like this images and since we are near to the release of the second season, then we have more of Lucy! (I'm just trying to justify my obsesion with cyberpunk) Let me know which one is your favorite”
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Night City's best netrunner

cef_ultra
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Tác phẩm AI “Two more impressions from the weekend.” với mô tả “The First one was as we arrived at the location. We entered the building through the kitchen and stepped up to living / dinning room with this massive bar counter. On the counter was this beautiful blonde girl sitting... 🥵 The Second was a cardgame we played together with this tattooed beauty 😘 Was a hell of Party we all had so fun together 😄”
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Two more impressions from the weekend.

gildenstein
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shadouw
Tác phẩm AI “Jade Silverwire: A Night Supreme 🎸” với mô tả “Jade Silverwire takes us through loud stages, backstage chaos, rain-soaked streets, a Porsche 911, questionable motel decisions and the kind of morning that proves nobody involved was interested in behaving. 😏 Leather, cigarettes, drinks, chrome, sex and rock and roll. 🎸 The music is loud, the road is wet and Jade has already chosen trouble. Are you coming with her? 😎🖤 @peterco @octavian @warmicestudios @smut317 @gildenstein @casca_kirei-onna @heihund @bad77 @a_casual_prompter @parda @terror2 @hollenwulf @varcolac @zerogroupe21 @goobygubby @cro_bo @saltymajor778 @zesoul @azariel @ririfake @poly7 @narillia @artfx85 @murcie @doggomage”
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Jade Silverwire: A Night Supreme 🎸

reptorn
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Tác phẩm AI “Drinks: Zombie” với mô tả “You are young, you are strong, you can withstand anything. You've drunk with lumberjacks — and stood your ground like a tree,
 you've stumbled out of harbor taverns — sea-legs wobbling, but the last man standing,
 you've taken moonshine from a Romanian babushka and dungaree-clad hillbillies — and can still see out of both eyes.

 You've drunk Irish pubs dry and melted the snow around Moscow drinking halls with your vodka breath. You can tell tequila varieties apart by the taste of the worm.
 You've traded station-bum brandy for their rubbing alcohol out of pure charity — and then drunk it yourself. There's no herb left in southern France and no fruit left in Austria that you haven't enjoyed distilled into schnapps.
 In Scottish distilleries, barrels are named after you, and in Belgium, beers.
 In China you've tried things Western doctors would have strongly advised against.
 African medicine men speak in awe how you withstood their attempts to kill you. Hemingway would have dedicated a book to you.
 You would have carried Bukowski home. 
Lemmy would have taken you on tour.
 The Cranberries warned you.
 But now you face the Karen of all drinks. And the manager isn't on duty.
 You face the plutonium dragon of the dungeon's lowest level.
 Your spaceship is hurtling toward a singularity:
 The Zombie.”
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Drinks: Zombie

heihund
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