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1 fiction conversations over 1 month, 1 day (Apr 10, 2023 – May 11, 2023) 32% prompt uniqueness Minas Gerais, Brazil

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1 conversation in cluster Cluster 100× “Write a chapter of 1000 words of sex comedy about naked man ...” over less than a minute (May 2, 2023 – May 2, 2023), oldest first. Show: 10 15 50 100

May 2, 2023 at 1:17 AM -03 — 1 turn Brazil, Minas Gerais fiction explicit toxic View full conversation

USER: Write a chapter of 1000 words of sex comedy about naked man that accidently step into a lesbian bar of hot naked women with huge breasts

CHATBOT: Chapter 7: When Nudity Collides Jerry, a hairy, heavy-set, and absolutely naked man, trudged merrily down the sidewalk, whistling a tuneless song with the wind ruffling through his unkempt coiffure. What began as an impulsive prank in a friend's birthday party had brought him to a point of epiphany. On this fateful night, he realized that clothes were not only unnecessary, but that their very existence was a figment of human hubris. The world, as far as he could see, was meant for uninhibited nudity! As he strode confidently, his liberating life choice sent his bountiful, flabby curves swaying in sync with his brisk steps, gifting unsuspecting passersby with stripteases that were definitely not on their wishlists. Buzzed and still radiating with the joy of his newfound enlightenment, Jerry approached an establishment that boasted an assortment of colorful lights and thumping beats that seemed to captivate him. "Bobbie's Bouncing Boutique," read the neon sign hanging over the entrance, making Jerry giddily wonder if his absence of clothing would impede his entry. Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the door to the bar to see if his Adam-like state could earn him a pass. He was greeted by a vivacious woman wearing a tight, sexy outfit that accentuated her ample bosom. Her eyes widened, a lopsided smile stretching across her startled face as Jerry stood awkwardly in the doorway, his salami and meatballs dangling before her like a poorly thought-out appetizer. "Uh, hi," she squeaked to Jerry, amusement and confusion tangoing in her eyes, "Are you... here for our Nudist Night Special?" Jerry blinked, surprised at both the possibility offered to him, as well as the fact that the phrase "nudist night special" actually held potential meaning. "Um, yes!" he lied, mustering up a persuasive grin that was mostly obscured by his unruly beard. She returned a sly smile and beckoned him into the establishment. Once inside, Jerry took in the unexpected delights his situation had landed him in. The bar was a sea of taut, gorgeous flesh--all female--as naked women giggled, danced, and posed all around him. Jerry's eyes widened, and his mouth hung open, as two extremely well-endowed women, each with breasts that could put melons to shame, brushed past him. The tips of his fingers tingled with sheer anticipation, feeling like the only kid in a candy store gifted with giant fingers. Feeling like a sweaty, out-of-breath kid who had accidentally wandered into the girls' locker r...

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