addendum....while this was rendering, I asked the bot to write me a story in the style of Elmore Leonard....here's what I got:
Here is a short story in the style of Elmore Leonard:
The sun was setting on the desert horizon as Jack pulled into the dusty lot of the Lucky 7 Casino. He had heard rumors about a big game going down tonight, and he was determined to get in on the action.
As he approached the entrance, he was stopped by a burly bouncer with a crooked nose. "Invitation only," the bouncer growled.
But Jack was not one to be turned away. He flashed a sly grin and slipped the bouncer a crisp hundred dollar bill. "I think this should cover it," he said.
The bouncer hesitated for a moment, then pocketed the cash and waved Jack through. Jack strutted past him, feeling a rush of excitement as he entered the smoky, dimly-lit casino.
He made his way to the high stakes poker room, where a group of rough-looking characters were already seated at the table. Jack took a seat and threw down his ante, ready to play.
As the cards were dealt, Jack sized up his opponents. There was a grizzled old cowboy with a scar on his cheek, a slick-looking businessman with a cold, calculating gaze, and a mysterious, hooded figure who said nothing but seemed to watch everything.
The game was intense, with big pots and even bigger bluffs. Jack kept his cool, playing each hand with a mixture of skill and luck. As the night wore on, he racked up an impressive stack of chips.
But just as Jack was about to make his big move, the door to the poker room burst open and a group of armed men stormed in.
"This is a bust!" shouted the leader, a burly man with a bushy mustache. "Everyone put your hands up!"
The players froze, but Jack was not one to go down without a fight. He reached for his gun and let off a round, taking out two of the attackers.
As the chaos erupted, Jack saw his chance to make a break for it. He grabbed his chips and bolted for the door, dodging bullets and leaping over tables.
He burst out into the night, heart pounding and adrenaline pumping. As he jumped into his car and sped off
I just asked it to write an essay on the book Lolita by Vladmir Nabokov because I wrote a thesis 11 years ago on the same book and this shyt deadass had a better introduction and power point than I did.
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