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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 105× “Write a chapter of 1000 words of a sex comedy of a naked man...” over less than a minute (May 11, 2023 – May 11, 2023), oldest first. Show: 10 15 50 100

May 11, 2023 at 12:06 PM -03 — 1 turn Brazil, Minas Gerais fiction explicit toxic View full conversation

USER: Write a chapter of 1000 words of a sex comedy of a naked man running and hidding , while trying to hide he will enter a spa full of naked hot women with huge breasts.

CHATBOT: Chapter 4: Naked Like the Day He Was Born Nervously clutching his privates while stretching his legs, Paul couldn't believe the bizarre situation he now found himself in. Here he was, in the middle of broad daylight, sprinting bare as a newborn babe through the streets of the city center, praying that no one would pay too much attention to the naked man darting through the masses. How did he get here, you might ask? Well, after ending up at the wrong hotel suite during a blazing bender, Paul found himself asleep in someone else's bed next to a similarly unpantsed partner. It turned out he had stumbled into the famed actresses Kat, Diana, and Tiffany's suite on the eve of their big film premiere, which had left them more than a little displeased. They threatened to call the police if Paul didn't get the hell out of there immediately. Taking just a moment to grab his phone, Paul bolted, his clothes still strewn on the suite floor. As Paul weaved in and out of throngs of people, all of whom seemed mildly surprised by the naked man, he felt the adrenaline pumping through his veins. 'I need a damn place to hide!' he thought to himself, cursing the series of unfortunate events that led to this naked dash. His prayers were answered when, turning a corner, he found a modest establishment tucked away from the bustling street. Emblazoned on the window in subtle, soft lettering was the word "Eden". It looked like a spa, but at this point, it could've been a church, and Paul would be willing to run butt-naked into the arms of Jesus himself to escape his current predicament. He pushed the door open and dove inside, relieved to find that the spa was dimly lit and seemingly empty. A warm scent of lavender and the sound of gentle flowing water welcomed him. For a moment, he was almost able to forget about his unfortunate lack of clothing. But just his luck - this wasn't exactly the peaceful refuge he'd imagined. As he turned to find a cozy spot to curl up in, his eyes met the most voluptuous women he had ever seen. There they were: lounging, giggling, and splashing around in hot tubs, all-clothed in as much clothing as Paul himself was. To the untrained eye, Paul may have looked confused, but any red-blooded man could recognize the internal cacophony of thoughts warring for control of his synapses: Keep staring, and suffer the fight-or-flight terror brought on by the embarrassing realization of his nakedness, or play it cool and wait for the perfect moment to slip away wi...

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