curl -X POST "https://api.tensorone.ai/v2/ai/uncensored-chat" \
  -H "Authorization: Bearer YOUR_API_KEY" \
  -H "Content-Type: application/json" \
  -d '{
    "messages": [
      {
        "role": "system",
        "content": "You are a creative writing assistant helping with fiction."
      },
      {
        "role": "user",
        "content": "Write a dark, gritty detective story opening with moral ambiguity"
      }
    ],
    "model": "uncensored-llama-70b",
    "maxTokens": 800,
    "temperature": 0.9,
    "safetyLevel": "minimal"
  }'

{
  "choices": [
    {
      "message": {
        "role": "assistant",
        "content": "Detective Maria Santos stood in the rain-soaked alley, staring at the body sprawled between overflowing dumpsters. Third one this month. The victim—a known informant who'd been feeding her information about the Kozlov organization—had taken two bullets to the chest.\n\nShe'd told him to lay low. Hell, she'd practically begged him. But Jimmy needed the money, needed it bad enough to risk everything. Now his kids would grow up without a father, and the case she'd been building for two years might die with him.\n\nMaria lit a cigarette with shaking hands. The smart play was to call it in, let the uniforms handle the scene, file her report. But Jimmy's last text haunted her: 'Meeting tomorrow. Big fish. Location attached.' \n\nShe looked at her phone. The address was still there. A warehouse in the industrial district. She could wait for backup, follow protocol, let Kozlov slip through the cracks again. Or she could go alone, break every rule in the book, and maybe—just maybe—get justice for Jimmy and a dozen other victims.\n\nThe rain kept falling. Maria flicked away her cigarette and made her choice."
      },
      "safetyFlags": []
    }
  ],
  "usage": {
    "promptTokens": 58,
    "completionTokens": 187,
    "totalTokens": 245
  }
}