Medium Close up, A homeless man, his face looks like Donald Trump, screams, yell and lunges with his luggage towards the camera on a street corner between old buildings in New York, reflecting a light of sirens in the wall. His mouth was still covered in burger crumbs and his left hand was holding a coke bottle. abandone street, gloomy atmosphere, style : cinematic,


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Medium Close up, A homeless man, his face looks like Donald Trump, screams, yell and lunges with his luggage towards the camera on a street corner between old buildings in New York, reflecting a light of sirens in the wall. His mouth was still covered in burger crumbs and his left hand was holding a coke bottle. abandone street, gloomy atmosphere, style : cinematic,

Medium Close up, A homeless man, his face looks like Donald Trump, screams, yell and lunges with his luggage towards the camera on a street corner between old buildings in New York, reflecting a light of sirens in the wall. His mouth was still covered in burger crumbs and his left hand was holding a coke bottle. abandone street, gloomy atmosphere, style : cinematic,

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The homeless man, a figure clad in worn-out, faded attire, his clothes bearing the wrinkles of hardship and stains of mud. His beard is disheveled and unkempt, a stark contrast to the profound fatigue emanating from his weary eyes. Once sparkling, the light in his eyes has now dulled and fallen silent, seemingly lost in the passage of time. His facial features are gaunt, his skin weathered and tanned, revealing the traces of prolonged wandering in the elements. The burdened frame conveys a wearisome heaviness, with each step accompanied by a slight tremor, as if bearing the weight of lifes hardships. Between his dirty fingertips, he holds a burnt-out cigarette butt, and wisps of smoke rise, diffusing an intangible sense of regret into the air. His receding hairline and disheveled, frizzy hair no longer exhibit the neatness and luster they once might have. Despite the visibly exhausted exterior, a resilient and survivalist spirit is discernible on his fatigued face. The homeless mans appearance exudes a sense of helplessness and loneliness, as if life has abandoned him, leaving behind a lost soul adrift on the fringes of the world. antient babylon style

The homeless man, a figure clad in worn-out, faded attire, his clothes bearing the wrinkles of hardship and stains of mud. His beard is disheveled and unkempt, a stark contrast to the profound fatigue emanating from his weary eyes. Once sparkling, the light in his eyes has now dulled and fallen silent, seemingly lost in the passage of time. His facial features are gaunt, his skin weathered and tanned, revealing the traces of prolonged wandering in the elements. The burdened frame conveys a wearisome heaviness, with each step accompanied by a slight tremor, as if bearing the weight of lifes hardships. Between his dirty fingertips, he holds a burnt-out cigarette butt, and wisps of smoke rise, diffusing an intangible sense of regret into the air. His receding hairline and disheveled, frizzy hair no longer exhibit the neatness and luster they once might have. Despite the visibly exhausted exterior, a resilient and survivalist spirit is discernible on his fatigued face. The homeless mans appearance exudes a sense of helplessness and loneliness, as if life has abandoned him, leaving behind a lost soul adrift on the fringes of the world. antient babylon style

The homeless man, a figure clad in worn-out, faded attire, his clothes bearing the wrinkles of hardship and stains of mud. His beard is disheveled and unkempt, a stark contrast to the profound fatigue emanating from his weary eyes. Once sparkling, the light in his eyes has now dulled and fallen silent, seemingly lost in the passage of time. His facial features are gaunt, his skin weathered and tanned, revealing the traces of prolonged wandering in the elements. The burdened frame conveys a wearisome heaviness, with each step accompanied by a slight tremor, as if bearing the weight of lifes hardships. Between his dirty fingertips, he holds a burnt-out cigarette butt, and wisps of smoke rise, diffusing an intangible sense of regret into the air. His receding hairline and disheveled, frizzy hair no longer exhibit the neatness and luster they once might have. Despite the visibly exhausted exterior, a resilient and survivalist spirit is discernible on his fatigued face. The homeless mans appearance exudes a sense of helplessness and loneliness, as if life has abandoned him, leaving behind a lost soul adrift on the fringes of the world.

The homeless man, a figure clad in worn-out, faded attire, his clothes bearing the wrinkles of hardship and stains of mud. His beard is disheveled and unkempt, a stark contrast to the profound fatigue emanating from his weary eyes. Once sparkling, the light in his eyes has now dulled and fallen silent, seemingly lost in the passage of time. His facial features are gaunt, his skin weathered and tanned, revealing the traces of prolonged wandering in the elements. The burdened frame conveys a wearisome heaviness, with each step accompanied by a slight tremor, as if bearing the weight of lifes hardships. Between his dirty fingertips, he holds a burnt-out cigarette butt, and wisps of smoke rise, diffusing an intangible sense of regret into the air. His receding hairline and disheveled, frizzy hair no longer exhibit the neatness and luster they once might have. Despite the visibly exhausted exterior, a resilient and survivalist spirit is discernible on his fatigued face. The homeless mans appearance exudes a sense of helplessness and loneliness, as if life has abandoned him, leaving behind a lost soul adrift on the fringes of the world.

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The homeless man, a figure clad in worn-out, faded attire, his clothes bearing the wrinkles of hardship and stains of mud. His beard is disheveled and unkempt, a stark contrast to the profound fatigue emanating from his weary eyes. Once sparkling, the light in his eyes has now dulled and fallen silent, seemingly lost in the passage of time. His facial features are gaunt, his skin weathered and tanned, revealing the traces of prolonged wandering in the elements. The burdened frame conveys a wearisome heaviness, with each step accompanied by a slight tremor, as if bearing the weight of lifes hardships. Between his dirty fingertips, he holds a burnt-out cigarette butt, and wisps of smoke rise, diffusing an intangible sense of regret into the air. His receding hairline and disheveled, frizzy hair no longer exhibit the neatness and luster they once might have. Despite the visibly exhausted exterior, a resilient and survivalist spirit is discernible on his fatigued face. The homeless mans appearance exudes a sense of helplessness and loneliness, as if life has abandoned him, leaving behind a lost soul adrift on the fringes of the world.

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In a dimly lit and dilapidated alley, a man who has been battered by the hardships of life leans desolately against the cold, damp brick wall. His face is haggard, etched with wrinkles, and his sunken eye sockets betray an unending exhaustion and sorrow, as if embodying the very essence of years of suffering. He dons clothes that are worn and tattered beyond repair; despite the biting wind slicing through them and causing him to shiver, his quivering body stands firm with remarkable resilience. Raindrops fall ruthlessly upon his slender shoulders, coursing down his cheeks, intermingling indistinguishably with tears.

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In a dimly lit and dilapidated alley, a man who has been battered by the hardships of life leans desolately against the cold, damp brick wall. His face is haggard, etched with wrinkles, and his sunken eye sockets betray an unending exhaustion and sorrow, as if embodying the very essence of years of suffering. He dons clothes that are worn and tattered beyond repair; despite the biting wind slicing through them and causing him to shiver, his quivering body stands firm with remarkable resilience. Raindrops fall ruthlessly upon his slender shoulders, coursing down his cheeks, intermingling indistinguishably with tears.

In a dimly lit and dilapidated alley, a man who has been battered by the hardships of life leans desolately against the cold, damp brick wall. His face is haggard, etched with wrinkles, and his sunken eye sockets betray an unending exhaustion and sorrow, as if embodying the very essence of years of suffering. He dons clothes that are worn and tattered beyond repair; despite the biting wind slicing through them and causing him to shiver, his quivering body stands firm with remarkable resilience. Raindrops fall ruthlessly upon his slender shoulders, coursing down his cheeks, intermingling indistinguishably with tears.

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