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Prompt: You step into my humble abode, and the first thing that hits you is the vibe. closes eyes, nodding slowly It's like walkin' into a cool, smoky jazz club, but with a twist of bohemian funk. opens eyes, grinning The walls are a deep, moody blue, like the sky just before dawn. points to an imaginary spot And right there, man, that's where Thelonious holds court. chuckles A big, bold poster of the man himself, all angular lines and pensive eyes. mimes playing piano You can almost hear the dissonant chords driftin' through the room. stands up, walking slowly As you move through the space, man, it's like steppin' through a kaleidoscope. runs hand along imaginary curtain Beaded curtains in every doorway, casting fractured rainbows on the hardwood floor. looks back, grinning And the furniture, man... it's a wild mix. points to different spots A worn leather couch over there, a pile of colorful floor cushions in the corner. chuckles And the coffee table? An old trunk covered in travel stickers from all around the globe. walks to the corner, miming picking up bongos But the real heart of the pad, man? grins and starts tapping out a beat It's right here. This little rhythm section. nods head to the imaginary beat Bongos, congas, a couple of shakers... looks up, eyes twinkling Everything a cat needs to get a groove goin' when the mood strikes. sets down imaginary bongos, spreading hands wide So there you have it, Dads. --s 50 --v 6.0 --style raw

Prompt: There's a BIG Picasso painting of Thelonius Monk on the wall as You step into my humble abode, and the first thing that hits you is the vibe. closes eyes, nodding slowly It's like walkin' into a cool, smoky jazz club, but with a twist of bohemian funk. opens eyes, grinning The walls are a deep, moody blue, like the sky just before dawn. points to an imaginary spot And right there, man, that's where Thelonious holds court. chuckles A big, bold poster of the man himself, all angular lines and pensive eyes. mimes playing piano You can almost hear the dissonant chords driftin' through the room. stands up, walking slowly As you move through the space, man, it's like steppin' through a kaleidoscope. runs hand along imaginary curtain Beaded curtains in every doorway, casting fractured rainbows on the hardwood floor. looks back, grinning And the furniture, man... it's a wild mix. points to different spots A worn leather couch over there, a pile of colorful floor cushions in the corner. chuckles And the coffee table? An old trunk covered in travel stickers from all around the globe. walks to the corner, miming picking up bongos But the real heart of the pad, man? grins and starts tapping out a beat It's right here. This little rhythm section. nods head to the imaginary beat Bongos, congas, a couple of shakers... looks up, eyes twinkling Everything a cat needs to get a groove goin' when the mood strikes. sets down imaginary bongos, spreading hands wide So there you have it, Dads. --weird 273 --s 50 --v 6.0 --style raw --ar 3:1

Prompt: You step into my humble abode, and the first thing that hits you is the vibe. closes eyes, nodding slowly It's like walkin' into a cool, smoky jazz club, but with a twist of bohemian funk. opens eyes, grinning The walls are a deep, moody blue, like the sky just before dawn. points to an imaginary spot And right there, man, that's where Thelonious holds court. chuckles A big, bold poster of the man himself, all angular lines and pensive eyes. mimes playing piano You can almost hear the dissonant chords driftin' through the room. stands up, walking slowly As you move through the space, man, it's like steppin' through a kaleidoscope. runs hand along imaginary curtain Beaded curtains in every doorway, casting fractured rainbows on the hardwood floor. looks back, grinning And the furniture, man... it's a wild mix. points to different spots A worn leather couch over there, a pile of colorful floor cushions in the corner. chuckles And the coffee table? An old trunk covered in travel stickers from all around the globe. walks to the corner, miming picking up bongos But the real heart of the pad, man? grins and starts tapping out a beat It's right here. This little rhythm section. nods head to the imaginary beat Bongos, congas, a couple of shakers... looks up, eyes twinkling Everything a cat needs to get a groove goin' when the mood strikes. sets down imaginary bongos, spreading hands wide So there you have it, Dads. --s 50 --v 6.0 --style raw

Prompt: You step into my humble abode, and the first thing that hits you is the vibe. closes eyes, nodding slowly It's like walkin' into a cool, smoky jazz club, but with a twist of bohemian funk. opens eyes, grinning The walls are a deep, moody blue, like the sky just before dawn. points to an imaginary spot And right there, man, that's where Thelonious holds court. chuckles A big, bold poster of the man himself, all angular lines and pensive eyes. mimes playing piano You can almost hear the dissonant chords driftin' through the room. stands up, walking slowly As you move through the space, man, it's like steppin' through a kaleidoscope. runs hand along imaginary curtain Beaded curtains in every doorway, casting fractured rainbows on the hardwood floor. looks back, grinning And the furniture, man... it's a wild mix. points to different spots A worn leather couch over there, a pile of colorful floor cushions in the corner. chuckles And the coffee table? An old trunk covered in travel stickers from all around the globe. walks to the corner, miming picking up bongos But the real heart of the pad, man? grins and starts tapping out a beat It's right here. This little rhythm section. nods head to the imaginary beat Bongos, congas, a couple of shakers... looks up, eyes twinkling Everything a cat needs to get a groove goin' when the mood strikes. sets down imaginary bongos, spreading hands wide So there you have it, Dads. --weird 273 --s 50 --v 6.0 --style raw

Prompt: You step into my humble abode, and the first thing that hits you is the vibe. closes eyes, nodding slowly It's like walkin' into a cool, smoky jazz club, but with a twist of bohemian funk. opens eyes, grinning The walls are a deep, moody blue, like the sky just before dawn. points to an imaginary spot And right there, man, that's where Thelonious holds court. chuckles A big, bold poster of the man himself, all angular lines and pensive eyes. mimes playing piano You can almost hear the dissonant chords driftin' through the room. stands up, walking slowly As you move through the space, man, it's like steppin' through a kaleidoscope. runs hand along imaginary curtain Beaded curtains in every doorway, casting fractured rainbows on the hardwood floor. looks back, grinning And the furniture, man... it's a wild mix. points to different spots A worn leather couch over there, a pile of colorful floor cushions in the corner. chuckles And the coffee table? An old trunk covered in travel stickers from all around the globe. walks to the corner, miming picking up bongos But the real heart of the pad, man? grins and starts tapping out a beat It's right here. This little rhythm section. nods head to the imaginary beat Bongos, congas, a couple of shakers... looks up, eyes twinkling Everything a cat needs to get a groove goin' when the mood strikes. sets down imaginary bongos, spreading hands wide So there you have it, Dads. --s 50 --v 6.0 --style raw

Prompt: You step into my humble abode, and the first thing that hits you is the vibe. closes eyes, nodding slowly It's like walkin' into a cool, smoky jazz club, but with a twist of bohemian funk. opens eyes, grinning The walls are a deep, moody blue, like the sky just before dawn. points to an imaginary spot And right there, man, that's where Thelonious holds court. chuckles A big, bold poster of the man himself, all angular lines and pensive eyes. mimes playing piano You can almost hear the dissonant chords driftin' through the room. stands up, walking slowly As you move through the space, man, it's like steppin' through a kaleidoscope. runs hand along imaginary curtain Beaded curtains in every doorway, casting fractured rainbows on the hardwood floor. looks back, grinning And the furniture, man... it's a wild mix. points to different spots A worn leather couch over there, a pile of colorful floor cushions in the corner. chuckles And the coffee table? An old trunk covered in travel stickers from all around the globe. walks to the corner, miming picking up bongos But the real heart of the pad, man? grins and starts tapping out a beat It's right here. This little rhythm section. nods head to the imaginary beat Bongos, congas, a couple of shakers... looks up, eyes twinkling Everything a cat needs to get a groove goin' when the mood strikes. sets down imaginary bongos, spreading hands wide So there you have it, Dads. --weird 273 --s 50 --v 6.0 --style raw

Prompt: There's a BIG Picasso painting of Thelonius Monk on the wall as You step into my humble abode, and the first thing that hits you is the vibe. closes eyes, nodding slowly It's like walkin' into a cool, smoky jazz club, but with a twist of bohemian funk. opens eyes, grinning The walls are a deep, moody blue, like the sky just before dawn. points to an imaginary spot And right there, man, that's where Thelonious holds court. chuckles A big, bold poster of the man himself, all angular lines and pensive eyes. mimes playing piano You can almost hear the dissonant chords driftin' through the room. stands up, walking slowly As you move through the space, man, it's like steppin' through a kaleidoscope. runs hand along imaginary curtain Beaded curtains in every doorway, casting fractured rainbows on the hardwood floor. looks back, grinning And the furniture, man... it's a wild mix. points to different spots A worn leather couch over there, a pile of colorful floor cushions in the corner. chuckles And the coffee table? An old trunk covered in travel stickers from all around the globe. walks to the corner, miming picking up bongos But the real heart of the pad, man? grins and starts tapping out a beat It's right here. This little rhythm section. nods head to the imaginary beat Bongos, congas, a couple of shakers... looks up, eyes twinkling Everything a cat needs to get a groove goin' when the mood strikes. sets down imaginary bongos, spreading hands wide So there you have it, Dads. --weird 273 --s 50 --v 6.0 --style raw --ar 3:1

Prompt: You step into my humble abode, and the first thing that hits you is the vibe. closes eyes, nodding slowly It's like walkin' into a cool, smoky jazz club, but with a twist of bohemian funk. opens eyes, grinning The walls are a deep, moody blue, like the sky just before dawn. points to an imaginary spot And right there, man, that's where Thelonious holds court. chuckles A big, bold poster of the man himself, all angular lines and pensive eyes. mimes playing piano You can almost hear the dissonant chords driftin' through the room. stands up, walking slowly As you move through the space, man, it's like steppin' through a kaleidoscope. runs hand along imaginary curtain Beaded curtains in every doorway, casting fractured rainbows on the hardwood floor. looks back, grinning And the furniture, man... it's a wild mix. points to different spots A worn leather couch over there, a pile of colorful floor cushions in the corner. chuckles And the coffee table? An old trunk covered in travel stickers from all around the globe. walks to the corner, miming picking up bongos But the real heart of the pad, man? grins and starts tapping out a beat It's right here. This little rhythm section. nods head to the imaginary beat Bongos, congas, a couple of shakers... looks up, eyes twinkling Everything a cat needs to get a groove goin' when the mood strikes. sets down imaginary bongos, spreading hands wide So there you have it, Dads. --weird 273 --s 50 --v 6.0 --style raw