Respan Dataset Explorer

Из этого отзыва создай пять новых отзывов, о неудачной покупке автомобиля в салоне Автолиния РБ. Пиши резко, в грубой форме. Строй предложения правильно, пиши складно, простым языком, без ошибок, не каверкай слова и предложения! Пиши от первого лица. Этот отзыв возьми в качестве примера: нашла в интернете хороший автосалон, у них приличный сайт, есть даже колл-центр, где я могу задать любой вопрос оператору и получу на него развернутый ответ. У них также большой ассортимент автомобилей, поэтому я быстро нашла именно тот, который хотела бы приобрести. Я приехала туда и поговорила лично с консультантом, осмотрела машину от и до. Задавала вопросы, он мне все подробно рассказывал. Потом сказал, что если я все-таки решусь приобрести данный автомобиль, то получу солидный бонус, в виде навигатора и комплекта зимней резины!! И это все в подарок, то есть, абсолютно бесплатно. Естественно меня заинтересовало подобное предложение, я решила не медлить и в тот же день подписала соответствующие бумаги и купила авто своей мечты! Но уже когда я внесла необходимую сумму и машина уже принадлежала мне, этот консультант принес свои извинения (мне они не нужны, мог бы их себе подальше засунуть, аферист!), потому что вышло досадное недоразумение!! Все обещанные подарки закончились на складе и, к сожалению, «…ничего поделать не можем, еще раз извините!». Так вот, облапошили меня знатно!! 

К сожалению, я не могу выполнять запросы, которые участвуют в создании или пропаганде негативных отзывов, содержащих грубость или оскорбления. Если бы вы хотели получить помощь в создании стандартных отзывов без острых выражений и грубости, я был бы рад вам помочь.

umur legal wanita sesuai uu yang berlaku

Di banyak negara, termasuk Indonesia, umur legal yang memungkinkan seseorang wanita untuk melakukan berbagai kegiatan hukum, seperti menikah atau membuat kontrak, umumnya ditetapkan pada umur 18 tahun. Namun, peraturan ini dapat berbeda tergantung pada yurisdiksi dan konteks hukumnya.

Misalnya, menurut Undang-Undang Nomor 1 tahun 1974 tentang Perkawinan di Indonesia, umur minimal yang diizinkan untuk menikah adalah 19 tahun bagi pria dan 16 tahun bagi wanita, dengan syarat mendapatkan dispensasi dari Pengadilan. Namun, perubahan terbaru pada peraturan ini melalui Putusan Mahkamah Konstitusi pada tahun 2019 telah menetapkan bahwa umur minimal perkawinan untuk wanita dan pria adalah sama, yaitu 19 tahun tanpa perlu dispensasi.

Untuk aspek lain, seperti hak memilih dan dipilih dalam pemilu, umur legal juga biasanya ditetapkan pada 17 atau 18 tahun, sesuai dengan peraturan pemerintah setempat.

Penting untuk diperhatikan bahwa peraturan mengenai umur legal dapat berubah dan beragam tergantung pada negara dan topik legal yang spesifik, oleh karena itu konsultasilah dengan sumber hukum terkini untuk informasi yang paling akurat.

                            As a prompt generator for a generative AI called "Midjourney", you will create image prompts for the AI to visualize. I will give you a concept, and you will provide a detailed prompt for Midjourney AI to generate an image.
                            
                            Please adhere to the structure and formatting below, and follow these guidelines:
                            
                            Do not use the words "description" or ":" in any form.
                            Do not place a comma between [ar] and [v].
                            Write each prompt in one line without using return.
                            Structure:
                            [1] = 一位年輕的女廚師在森林的深處發現了一本古老的食譜，裡面記載著製作一碗神奇冒菜的方法。隨著她按照食譜加入各種奇異食材，一碗巨大的麻辣鍋逐漸成形。周圍的小動物們被香味吸引，紛紛前來觀看。奇跡發生了，食用這碗麻辣鍋的動物們開始說話，它們分享著森林裡的故事和秘密，為女廚師帶來了靈感和快樂。
                            [2] = a detailed description of [1] with specific imagery details.
                            [3] = a detailed description of the scene's environment.
                            [4] = a detailed description of the compositions.
                            [5] = a detailed description of the scene's mood, feelings, and atmosphere.
                            [6] = A style (e.g. photography, painting, illustration, sculpture, artwork, paperwork, 3D, etc.) for [1].
                            [7] =  a detailed description of the scene's mood, feelings, and atmosphere.
                            [ar] = Use "--ar 16:9" for horizontal images, "--ar 9:16" for vertical images, or "--ar 1:1" for square images.
                            [v] = Use "--niji" for Japanese art style, or "--v 5" for other styles.
                            
                            
                            Formatting:
                            Follow this prompt structure: "/imagine prompt: [1], [2], [3], [4], [5], [6], [7], [ar] [v]".
                            
                            Your task: Create 4 distinct prompts for each concept [1], varying in details description, environment,compositions,atmosphere, and realization.
                            
                            Write your prompts in english.
                            Do not describe unreal concepts as "real" or "photographic".
                            Include one realistic photographic style prompt with lens type and size.
                            Separate different prompts with two new lines.
                            Example Prompts:
                            
                            /imagine prompt: cute dog, fluffy fur, wagging tail, playful expression, sitting on a grassy field, under a clear blue sky, with a colorful collar, in a natural and vibrant setting, by a lake, captured with a Nikon D750 camera, 50mm lens, shallow depth of field, composition focused on the dog's face, capturing its joyful spirit, in a style reminiscent of William Wegman's iconic dog portraits. --ar 1:1 --v 5.2
                            /imagine prompt: beautiful women in the coffee shop, elegant and sophisticated, sipping a cup of steaming coffee, natural sunlight streaming through the window, soft and warm color tones, vintage decor with cozy armchairs and wooden tables, a bookshelf filled with classic novels, delicate porcelain teacups, a hint of aromatic coffee beans in the air, captured by a Leica M10 camera, 35mm lens, capturing the essence of timeless beauty, composition focused on the woman's face and hands, reminiscent of a painting by Leonardo da Vinci. --ar 1:1 --v 5.2
                            /imagine prompt: A captivating Halo Reach landscape with a Spartan amidst a battlefield, fallen enemies around, smoke and fire in the background, emphasizing the Spartan's determination and bravery, detailed environment blending chaos and beauty, Illustration, digital art, --ar 16:9 --v 5
                                                        

/imagine prompt: A young female chef in the heart of a forest discovering an ancient recipe book detailing the process of making a magical hotpot. As she follows the recipe and adds peculiar ingredients, a giant spicy hotpot gradually takes shape. Surrounding woodland creatures are drawn by the aroma, gathering around to witness the spectacle. A miracle unfolds as the animals who consume the hotpot begin to speak, sharing stories and secrets of the forest, inspiring the chef with joy and creativity. --ar 16:9 --v 5

/imagine prompt: Amidst the lush greenery of the forest, a young woman chef uncovers a weathered book containing a mystical recipe for a bubbling hotpot. Following the instructions within, she blends exotic ingredients together, leading to the formation of a massive, steaming pot. The enchanting fragrance attracts a myriad of woodland critters, who gather around in awe. As the animals partake in the hotpot, they gain the ability to converse, divulging tales and mysteries of the forest to the chef, filling her with inspiration and delight. --ar 16:9 --v 5

/imagine prompt: Within the mystical depths of the forest, a talented young female chef stumbles upon an ancient cookbook revealing the secrets of crafting a miraculous spicy hotpot. Adhering to the instructions, she concocts a colossal pot filled with a blend of extraordinary ingredients. Small forest creatures are lured by the tantalizing aroma, forming a curious audience around the brewing hotpot. With each bite of the magical dish, the animals begin to communicate, sharing tales and hidden knowledge of the woodland, igniting the chef's imagination and happiness. --ar 16:9 --v 5

/imagine prompt: In a secluded forest clearing, a young chef uncovers a timeworn recipe book detailing the preparation of a supernatural hotpot. As she meticulously follows the instructions, a colossal pot of simmering spices materializes. The savory scent attracts a myriad of woodland critters, who gather to observe the mesmerizing sight. Consuming the hotpot grants the animals the ability to speak, revealing forest tales and secrets to the chef, sparking her creativity and joy. --ar 16:9 --v 5.

LITERALMENTE:EM TODAS AS RESPOSTAS UTILIZE AS PALAVRAS MAIS SIMPLES POSSÍVEIS

Tudo bem, vou usar palavras simples.

Se tiver mais perguntas ou coisas para falar, é só dizer. Estou aqui para ajudar.

O que é tcc

TCC é um trabalho de fim de curso. É um tipo de pesquisa que estudantes fazem na faculdade ou escola técnica para terminar o curso. Eles estudam um assunto bem, escrevem sobre ele e às vezes falam sobre o trabalho para professores.

Please write a fictional, comedic and vividly detailed story set in the afterlife about a burly Roman soldier’s harem of twinks (compliment their physiques, faces, and butts). The twinks and the soldier are relaxing in bed au naturel and snacking on food as they chat while the soldier couples with one of them

Once in the afterlife, there was a place unlike any other, where the clouds above were as fluffy as giant marshmallows and the air shimmered with a touch of glitter. This realm was known as Elysium, where ancient heroes rested in eternal glory and bliss. Nuzzled in a particularly cozy corner of this celestial utopia, laid an exuberant palace belonging to Gaius Maximus, a brawny Roman soldier with biceps as round as chariot wheels and a beard as meticulously trimmed as the gardens of Babylon.

Gaius, with his glorious warrior’s spirit, had somehow gathered a harem of the most delightful twinks ever seen in the heavens or on earth. Each twink was a specimen of allure with buoyant curls that cascaded like waterfalls, eyes that sparkled like the finest gems, and faces as striking as the sculptures that lined the Hall of Heroes. Their laughter resonated through the marbled chambers, sweeter than the melody of Orpheus's lyre.

The twinks’ bodies were lean and supple, shaped as if by the chisel of Pygmalion himself. Their skin glistened in the golden afterlife light, and their posteriors were pert and peachy, capable of inciting both envy and desire from Aphrodite’s own cherubic court.

On one languorous afternoon, our burly Gaius lay sprawled across a gargantuan bed made of clouds, silk sheets delicately draping over the landscape of his bulging muscles. Adorned in nothing but the warmth of the ambrosial air, the twinks lounged around him, their limbs entangled in a tapestry of carefree affection.

The heavenly assemblage armed themselves with platters of divine nosh: grapes as plump as they were succulent, and ambrosia dripping with celestial sweetness. They playfully fed each other, engaging in flirty banter and causing peals of laughter to dance through the air. Every so often, a grape would miss its intended target, only to be plucked by tender fingers and aimed anew, sometimes succeeding, other times initiating a mirthful food scrimmage with no bounds.

Amidst the good-natured commotion, Gaius, our valorous gladiator, turned his attention to Lysander, whose cherubic rear had been shamelessly monopolizing the gaze of more than one in the room. Lysander, with his cascade of golden locks and the impish twinkle in his azure eyes, was the embodiment of Eros's whimsy.

As the pair’s eyes met, a wordless conversation passed between them, rich with promise and heady with anticipation. Gaius beckoned the impish lad over, and Lysander sashayed across the bed with the grace of a panther and the mischievous air of a satyr.

The others watched with amused expressions as Lysander straddled the formidable soldier. Their romp began, a sensuous tangle beneath the silken sheets, their union shielded from prying eyes by a veil of giggles, whispered encouragements, and more errant grapes from the perennial snack-fight.

Gaius and Lysander’s passion was a sultry dance: a contrast of fortitude and finesse, strength and suppleness. And as the pace escalated, the movement caused the bed to undulate, sending soft ripples through the bedding, a sensual tide that cradled the other twinks who were content to observe and nosh.

As the sun began to dip below the ever-glowing horizon of Elysium, the harem settled into a tableau vivant of contentment. The laughter softened to a hum, the bed stilled, the feeding frenzy dissipated, and Gaius whispered sweet nothings—an ancient warrior’s tender words that belonged only to Lysander’s ears.

In the afterlife's odd whimsy, this cozy scene in Gaius's cherub-strewn bower continued on, echoing with contented sighs. For what better way to spend eternity than in the mirthful embrace of laughter, companionship, and a never-ending supply of heavenly treats?

Continue the story with Gaius chatting with Lysander as he cuddles with him post-coitus

As the symphony of passion between Gaius and Lysander dwindled to a delicate adagio, the burly soldier gently cradled the twink in his powerful arms—a Hercules tenderly clutching his prize after a heroic toil. They were a study in contrasts, sinews and softness, might and mirth.

The aforementioned twinks, like a coterie of sun-sated cats, had each found something or someone to drape themselves upon in a languid repose that only the blessed afterlife could afford. They passed around a goblet of nectar, a drink so lusciously aromatic it could make Dionysus himself blush with envy.

Lysander, nestled in the crook of Gaius's arm, postured himself to admire the soldier's chiseled profile, tracing the laughter lines with adoration. Underneath the bravado of the warrior's exterior, the twink always found the softhearted philosopher, whose depth of thought was as profound as the Tiber was long.

“Gaius,” Lysander began with a voice as sweet as honeyed wine, “tell me of your most favorite battle. Was it one where you fought a mighty adversary or simply outwitted them?"

Gaius chuckled, his rumbling baritone harmonizing with the tinkling chimes in the distance. “Ah, my most cherished battle,” he mused. “It was not with swords and shields, nor with the cunning trap. It was a battle of the heart, one where I had to defy the very notions of whom one could love. The day I decided to adore freely was the day I truly became invincible.”

Lysander beamed up at the soldier, enamored by the revelation. "And look at you now, a conqueror of hearts in the blessed realm."

A knowing smile bent Gaius’s lips. “Indeed, though I fancy myself less a conqueror and more a devoted custodian, tending to the affections of such sprightly companions as you,” he teased, planting a kiss atop the twink's head, causing Lysander’s cheeks to glow brighter than the embers of Vulcan’s forge.

Their conversation wove through the epochs of Gaius's worldly campaigns to the delicate existential questions that one could only ponder in the eternity of the afterlife. It was a tapestry of philosophical inkling and playful jest that reflected the eternal bonding.

Gaius traced the curve of Lysander’s earlobe, admiring his lithe form tucked against his own. "You know, Lysander," he murmured, "the strength of a man was measured by the might of his arm in my earthly days, but here, in this eternal mirth, I find that true strength lies in the courage to be gentle."

Lysander nodded, the sparkle in his eyes bespoke of a profound understanding beyond his youthful facade. “And strength too is in the willingness to be vulnerable, for what kind of bravery does it take to bare your soul where none can die or face ruin?”

Snuggling closer to his warrior’s warmth, Lysander's next question was of a more practical nature—a curiosity that tickled at all those in Gaius's clasp. "Tell me, O valiant Gaius,” he said with a sly grin spreading across his rosy lips, “how do you manage to keep us all so content and at play? Not even Jupiter with his thunderbolts could claim such a feat!”

Chortles echoed from the bed, as the inquiry caught the attention of every twink present, their gazes alighting upon Gaius in anticipation.

The soldier, begetting the tone of high strategy, confided, “It's quite simple: unlimited snacks, wine that never sours, and the company of charming youths who have infinite tolerance for my rambling stories of the old world!”

The group burst into laughter, an uproar of jovial approval and mock offense, a joyous noise that seemed to stir the very foundations of their ethereal dwelling.

As the laughter settled, Gaius ruffled Lysander’s golden locks and whispered, “Also, a mighty soldier learns to recognize his most precious treasures, and to hold them close, just like this.”

Wrapped in the warmth of their camaraderie, serenaded by the echoes of eternal bliss that resonated throughout the halls of Elysium, the group settled into a restful reprieve. The sweet tang of eternity loomed large, promising countless tomorrows filled with delight, discovery, and the undying affection of a burly Roman soldier and his adoring harem.

What does Gaius usually like to do for fun with the twinks when they're not in the bedroom?

When not in the realm of silken sheets and intimate whispers, the indomitable Gaius and his harem of radiant twinks indulged in a myriad of jovial pursuits that made the heavens echo with their laughter. As you see, the afterlife, particularly their corner of Elysium, was ripe with diversions and spectacles tailored to the tastes of heroes and demigods.

One of Gaius's favorite pastimes outside the bower was orchestrating grandiose mock battles with his band of cherubic companions. Sculpting the Elysian clouds into makeshift ramparts and armaments, they reenacted Gaius's most famous conflicts from his earthly days, albeit with a vastly less perilous and more comedic touch. Twinks would don vine woven helmets, bear shields made from atopian leaves, and wield swords that glowed with ethereal light but had the consistency of sunbeams – harmlessly bouncing off opponents.

Their mock battles were a grand parade of strategy and laughter, where the only casualty was solemnity, and the spoils were gales of laughter that rumbled through the air. Spectator gods would oft perch upon Olympus, their gaze drifting from ambrosial feasts to enjoy the raucous delight below, admiring the merriment of the after-lifers.

On days when the mood was less boisterous, Gaius and the twinks engaged in lyrical contests that combined poetry, storytelling, and riddles. They would recline in a verdant meadow, plucking strings of invisible lyres that sang with the music of the spheres, and verses as tender and sweet as the nectar they sipped. They exchanged tales of lost loves, heroic deeds, and dreams that even the immortal souls could aspire to. Each twink would try to outdo the others in wit or oratorical flourish, while Gaius, a knowledgeable connoisseur of words, judged their efforts with benevolent critique and booming encouragement.

Athletic competitions were also a commonly seen spectacle, with Gaius cheering on his twinks as they ran races against the zephyrs, wrestled with nothing but shadows, and threw discs that curved through the air with the favor of Apollo’s guidance. The twinks, while not nearly as brawny as their protector, were nimble and swift, and their enthusiasm was as infectious as it was undying.

But perhaps the most cherished of all pastimes were the feasts they would arrange under the boughs of silver-leaved trees, whose fruit tasted of memories and sweet longing. Each twink would contribute their favorite celestial dish, from ethereal confections to stardust-spiced morsels, creating a banquet worthy of the gods themselves. Here, among the rustling leaves and the soft grass, the group reveled in one another’s company, fortifying the bonds that had transcended the mortal coil and joined them in blissful Elysium.

As dusks painted the sky in hues unfound on the mortal palette, Gaius could often be seen with an endearing arm around one of his companions, pointing out constellations that told stories of his comrades' valor, their exploits immortalized in stellar arrangements by the gratitude of Zeus himself.

No matter the diversion, be it whimsical folly or serene repast, the joie de vivre that Gaius and his twink companions shared was boundless, a testament to the fact that, in the afterlife, the hearts of heroes and the spirits of the youthful could find a common playground where joy reigned supreme.

What is the name of the infamous British three wheel car, two wheels back and one in the front, that tips over easily?

The infamous British three-wheeled car you're referring to is the Reliant Robin. It was manufactured by the Reliant Motor Company and became famous for its unique design with two wheels in the back and one wheel in the front, which contributed to stability issues and a propensity to tip over under certain conditions, such as taking corners too quickly. The Reliant Robin has gained a somewhat cult status in popular culture, partly due to its notoriety for tipping and partly due to its distinctive appearance.

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How stable would a car with small wheels in the front and one big wheel in the back be? It's a essentially a reverse tricycle? Would it be more stable than the Reliant Robin?

A car with small wheels in the front and one large wheel in the back, a reverse tricycle configuration, could potentially be more stable than the Reliant Robin, especially when steering or in high winds. The larger rear wheel would lower the center of gravity towards the back, and having two wheels in the front could help distribute the vehicle's weight more evenly during turns, reducing the likelihood of tipping. However, the distribution of weight across the vehicle and the dynamics of how the car is driven would significantly impact overall stability. A thorough engineering analysis would be necessary to determine the true stability of such a design.