Anyone who knows Commercial Street in Provincetown, MA will notice something very wrong about the AI generated image above. I gave ChatGPT instructions to draw me in front of the Lobster Pot restaurant in Provincetown and got the above picture. Can you tell me what's wrong with the image?
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There were several things on my docket for today, and two of them involved phone calls. First was a call to RQS to tell her NOT to bring up her fancy dress, as we'll be a little bit more casual tonight when we go out for dinner. The second had me being more apprehensive, as it was to return a call from my doctor's office. I found that the assistant couldn't get the GLP-1 drugs cheaper than the prices I found, and was asking me to check with my mail order pharmacy to see if they had a better price for the drugs. So, I have another phone call to make soon. RQS would be coming up later in the day, and that meant that I also had some laundry to take care of before I picked her up at the train station.
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Around 1 pm, I put laundry into the washer, and started my process of getting ready to go out. By 3:30 pm, my laundry was done and I was ready to go out. At 4:30, I picked up RQS at the station, and we drove to Chappaqua for dinner - French Food on the last Friday of Restaurant Week. It was a good thing we got there when we did, as the place was empty when we got there, but getting full by the time we left. The food was very good, but I made one mistake in my choices: I chose the wrong liquid in which my mussels were prepared. I chose the white wine sauce, when I had a craving for something like the Dijon mustard sauce.
Once we were done with dinner, we went to the supermarket to do some shopping. And finally we were home for the night. It was nice to take off my bra again. RQS will never understand why I want the headaches of being female, but then, how many people understand us TGs?
