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    photo, cinematic, movie scene, (guy ritchie film) <lora:cashbaba:0.7> moneytime, money, pounds sterling, pound notes, handling money ,drug deal with a smartly dressed gangster in a dark soho alleyway at night in 1969 <lora:Perfect Hands v2:0.3>

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    <lora:Battlefield ww1 style:0.65> battlefield ww1 style, cinematic shot, dawn, natural lighting, distant explosions, in the foreground a tired british soldier, take cover , tired expression, thin man, young man
    cinematic photo, young kurt_russell, as solid snake, film adaption of video game, metal gear solid, <lora:M16 Rifle series:0.6> m16, rifle, series, gun, (Snake plissken) (solid snake) (metal gear solid), sneaking suit, artic submarine base playstation 2 graphics, underground
    Breathe with me Breathe the pressure Come play my game, I'll test ya Psychosomatic, addict, insane Breathe the pressure Come play my game, I'll test ya Psychosomatic, addict, insane (Come play my game) Inhale, inhale, you're the victim (Come play my game) Exhale, exhale, exhale Breathe the pressure
    <lora:Flamethrower:1> flamethrower object <lora:Cinematic ww2 style:0.5> , ww2, style <lora:Cinematic Film:0.5> cinematic, film, style, (steve mcqueen:1.3) cowboy shot from low angle, front view, face on, as an american GI in world war 2, shoots flames from a flamethrower towards the camera, on a pacific island (at night:1.2) (dark night) , illuminated by the flames, film still for war movie, cigarette in mouth, tough expression, wearing helmet with netting, dirty uniform, rolled up sleeves,
    Now, if you never had a day a snow cone couldn't fix You wouldn't relate to the rogue vocoder blitz How he spoke through a NoDoz motor on the fritz ‘Cause he wouldn't play rollover fetch like a bitch And express no regrets, though he isn't worth a homeowner's piss To the jokers who pose by the glitz Fine, sign of the swine in the swarm When a king is a whore who comply and conform Miles outside of the eye of the storm With a siphon to lure out a prize and award While avoiding the vile and bizarre that is violence and war True blue triumph is more Like, "Wait, let it snake up out of the centerfold Let it break the walls of Jericho, ready go" Sat where the old, cardboard city folk Swap tales with heads, like every other penny throw
    photo of a <lora:Richard_Hammond_XL:0.75>, richard_hammond, the hamster, standing in front of a crashed and burning racecar, with a nervous smile
    Sucker love, a box I choose No other box I choose to use Another love I would abuse No circumstances could excuse In the shape of things to come Too much poison come undone 'Cause there's nothing else to do Every me and every you
    Now, if you never had a day a snow cone couldn't fix You wouldn't relate to the rogue vocoder blitz How he spoke through a NoDoz motor on the fritz ‘Cause he wouldn't play rollover fetch like a bitch And express no regrets, though he isn't worth a homeowner's piss To the jokers who pose by the glitz Fine, sign of the swine in the swarm When a king is a whore who comply and conform Miles outside of the eye of the storm With a siphon to lure out a prize and award While avoiding the vile and bizarre that is violence and war True blue triumph is more Like, "Wait, let it snake up out of the centerfold Let it break the walls of Jericho, ready go" Sat where the old, cardboard city folk Swap tales with heads, like every other penny throw
    <lora:Richard_Hammond_XL:0.7> richard hammond, wearing flight suit, , awkward smile, standing in front of, wrecked jetplane, crater in ground (<lora:sdxl:0.7> burning, destroyed fighter jet in background) (jet on fire) cinematic
    Sucker love is heaven sent You pucker up, our passion's spent My heart's a tart, your body's rent My body's broken, yours is bent Carve your name into my arm Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed 'Cause there's nothing else to do Every me and every you
    <lora:Chieftain_Tank_-_Early_SDXL:0.75> action shot, a chftntank is driving at speed through snow, partially submerged, viewed from low angle, in river, in rural estonia, mud and snow spraying, gloomy weather, drizzle, at dawn, winter
    cinematic, richard hammond, , standing next to burning wrecked car<lora:Richard_Hammond_XL:0.75> <lora:sdxl:0.6>
    Sucker love is known to swing Prone to cling and waste these things Pucker up for heavens sake There's never been so much at stake I serve my head up on a plate It's only comfort, calling late 'Cause there's nothing else to do Every me and every you
    cinematic, richard hammond, , standing next to burning wrecked car<lora:Richard_Hammond_XL:0.75> <lora:sdxl:0.6>
    hd, 8k, 4k, photo, amsterdam, prostitute, red-light disrtict, night, behind window, booth
    movie scene, night time, atmospheric, a gruff, battle hardened british soldier, pauses to rest in the bombed remains of a london street, illuminated by nearby fires
    hd, 8k, 4k, photo, (Full body) real, slum, whore, prostitute darkened, dark, alley, alleyway, city, slums, night, dark,
    <lora:Check_Military:0.5> macro, detailed, realism, style, photograph , <lora:detailed:0.5> detailed style, , closeup of a mans hand holding a knife, angry australian cowboy holding up a spoon , shallow depth of field, cinematic <lora:Perfect Hands:1> perfect, hands <lora:perfection style:1> perfection style
    photo, cinematic, movie scene, (guy ritchie film) <lora:cashbaba:0.7> moneytime, money, pounds sterling, pound notes, handling money ,drug deal with a smartly dressed gangster in a dark soho alleyway at night in 1969 <lora:Perfect Hands v2:0.3>
    Flash that buttery gold Jittery zeitgeist, wither by the watering hole, what a patrol What are we to Heart Huckabee, art fuckery suddenly Not enough young in his lung for the water wings Colorfully vulgar poacher, out of mulch Like, "I'ma pull the pulse out a soldier and bolt" Fine, sign of the time we elapse When a primate climb up a spine and attach Eye for an eye, by the bog life swamps and vines They get a rise out of frogs and flies So when a dogfight's hog-tied prize sort of costs a life The mouths water on a fork and knife And the allure isn't right
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