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At the farthest reaches of the cavernous underground bunker, a solitary figure stood amidst the dimly lit expanse. From this distant vantage point, it was as if a guardian spirit had emerged from the depths of the earth itself. Tank Girl, her unmistakable silhouette recognizable even in the cavern's vastness, stood at the very heart of this subterranean world. The soft, ambient light cast her in a warm, almost ethereal glow, contrasting starkly with the rugged, rocky surroundings. She was a lo

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