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Prompt: (photorealistic) Donald Trump in a wheelchair, wearing a flamboyant dress, (comedic expression), surrounded by dramatic lighting, Betty Davis standing confidently over him, (smirking), vintage film noir style, black and white, richly detailed background featuring a lavish bed and a mirrored vanity, (exaggerated, hyper-realistic). High depth cinematic scene, vivid shadows enhancing the atmosphere, evoking humor in a surreal setup.
Dewey

Dewey

Model: OpenArt SDXL

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(photorealistic) Donald Trump in a wheelchair, wearing a flamboyant dress, (comedic expression),...Show more
Width: 1024
Height: 1024
Scale: 7
Steps: 25
Seed: 1886337565
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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