Formatting what the app sends back needs to be refined before it can be sent out, which I have learned from the first try. So, here is another attempt where ChatGP is asked to Write a biography of Rudy Giuliani in the style of Hunter S Thompson:
Alright, strap yourselves in, folks, because this ain't your grandma's bedtime biography. We're gonna dive into the fever dream that is the life of Rudy Giuliani, America's one-time Mayor, a man who would make a hyena blush and a coyote howl with laughter.
Picture this: New York City, a simmering cauldron of sweat, sleaze, and ambition in the roiling 1980s. Rudy, a ball of manic energy in a cheap suit, is a federal prosecutor with a taste for the spotlight and a hunger for power sharper than a crack addict's broken tooth. He's got that wild-eyed preacher's gleam, a voice like a buzzsaw, and a moral compass that spins like a roulette wheel.
Rudy takes on the Mafia, those cockroaches of the concrete jungle, with a vengeance. He's a one-man wrecking crew, smashing wiseguys left and right with indictments and RICO charges. The cameras love him – he's the cowboy sheriff cleaning up Dodge City. But under the surface, something's festering, a darkness taking root. He's got a taste for the theatrical, for the roar of the crowd, and it ain't gonna be satisfied with just putting mobsters in the slammer.
Politics, that's the next fix. Rudy slithers into City Hall, promising law and order with a side of moral grandstanding. Yeah, he cleans up Times Square, chasing out the hookers and porn shops, but there's always a cost. The homeless disappear, the squeegee men vanish, and anyone who doesn't play by Rudy's rules gets the jackboot treatment. Dissent? Yeah, you can forget about it.
Now, here's where things get truly batshit crazy. 9/11 drops like an anvil from the sky and Rudy, bless his twisted soul, is in the spotlight again. He's "America's Mayor," stumbling through the ashes with a face stained in soot and a hunger in his eyes. It's his finest hour, maybe his only decent one, and he milks it for all it's worth.
But, like a junkie, he can't handle the comedown. His marriage? Up in flames. His reputation? Tarnished. His thirst for power? Unquenchable. He hitches his broken-down wagon to a failed reality TV star named Donald Trump, becoming his rabid bulldog, barking conspiracies and spewing bile. The further Rudy descends into this vortex of delusion, the crazier his rants become. Hair dye melts down his face like tar, he yells about Venezuelan voting machines and stolen elections, and the country looks on in horror.
So, this is the story of Rudy Giuliani: a man consumed by the spotlight, devoured by his own ambition. A crusader turned charlatan, a hero turned heel. There's a lesson in here somewhere, about the corrupting nature of power maybe, or how easy it is to lose your grip on reality in this madhouse of a world. Or maybe it's just a damn cautionary tale about giving into your darkest instincts. Buckle up, kiddies, it's a wild ride.
Picture this: New York City, a simmering cauldron of sweat, sleaze, and ambition in the roiling 1980s. Rudy, a ball of manic energy in a cheap suit, is a federal prosecutor with a taste for the spotlight and a hunger for power sharper than a crack addict's broken tooth. He's got that wild-eyed preacher's gleam, a voice like a buzzsaw, and a moral compass that spins like a roulette wheel.
Rudy takes on the Mafia, those cockroaches of the concrete jungle, with a vengeance. He's a one-man wrecking crew, smashing wiseguys left and right with indictments and RICO charges. The cameras love him – he's the cowboy sheriff cleaning up Dodge City. But under the surface, something's festering, a darkness taking root. He's got a taste for the theatrical, for the roar of the crowd, and it ain't gonna be satisfied with just putting mobsters in the slammer.
Politics, that's the next fix. Rudy slithers into City Hall, promising law and order with a side of moral grandstanding. Yeah, he cleans up Times Square, chasing out the hookers and porn shops, but there's always a cost. The homeless disappear, the squeegee men vanish, and anyone who doesn't play by Rudy's rules gets the jackboot treatment. Dissent? Yeah, you can forget about it.
Now, here's where things get truly batshit crazy. 9/11 drops like an anvil from the sky and Rudy, bless his twisted soul, is in the spotlight again. He's "America's Mayor," stumbling through the ashes with a face stained in soot and a hunger in his eyes. It's his finest hour, maybe his only decent one, and he milks it for all it's worth.
But, like a junkie, he can't handle the comedown. His marriage? Up in flames. His reputation? Tarnished. His thirst for power? Unquenchable. He hitches his broken-down wagon to a failed reality TV star named Donald Trump, becoming his rabid bulldog, barking conspiracies and spewing bile. The further Rudy descends into this vortex of delusion, the crazier his rants become. Hair dye melts down his face like tar, he yells about Venezuelan voting machines and stolen elections, and the country looks on in horror.
So, this is the story of Rudy Giuliani: a man consumed by the spotlight, devoured by his own ambition. A crusader turned charlatan, a hero turned heel. There's a lesson in here somewhere, about the corrupting nature of power maybe, or how easy it is to lose your grip on reality in this madhouse of a world. Or maybe it's just a damn cautionary tale about giving into your darkest instincts. Buckle up, kiddies, it's a wild ride.
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