LenaPrompt
but want it for a poster of something like this Come with me.Let me help you make up your mind beneath the neon glow, where the city never sleeps and every heartbeat feels like a crime we don't regret.Take my hand. Let the crimson on my palms become a promise—painted with love, loss, and the kind of yearning that survives every storm.The streets can keep their chaos. Tonight, it's just you and me, headlights fading behind us, the ocean humming in the distance, and a skyline that watches us disappear into the night.I don't want to change who you are.I want to become the place your heart races back to when the world grows too loud.So come closer. Let the city burn its lights until dawn while we write our own story—reckless, unforgettable, and beautifully ours.
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LenaPrompt
but want it for a poster of something like this Come with me.Let me help you make up your mind beneath the neon glow, where the city never sleeps and every heartbeat feels like a crime we don't regret.Take my hand. Let the crimson on my palms become a promise—painted with love, loss, and the kind of yearning that survives every storm.The streets can keep their chaos. Tonight, it's just you and me, headlights fading behind us, the ocean humming in the distance, and a skyline that watches us disappear into the night.I don't want to change who you are.I want to become the place your heart races back to when the world grows too loud.So come closer. Let the city burn its lights until dawn while we write our own story—reckless, unforgettable, and beautifully ours.