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An ultra-HD, high-resolution cinematic image of Traci Lords as Wanda Woodward in "Cry-Baby" (1990), standing with a rebellious stance on a sunlit suburban street. The image captures the hyper-stylized 1950s aesthetic with a level of photorealistic detail that makes every texture and color pop. Wanda’s white dress, made of a smooth, form-fitting fabric, clings to her figure, accentuated by bold red piping and buttons. The subtle creases and folds in the material are visible, adding to the realism. The bright red belt around her waist cinches perfectly, emphasizing the hourglass silhouette. Draped over her shoulders, her black leather jacket glows softly in the afternoon sunlight, showing the rich texture of well-worn leather, complete with tiny scuffs and creases. Her platinum blonde curls are meticulously styled, each strand catching the light in a soft halo effect. The hair appears naturally voluminous, bouncing slightly as if captured mid-motion. The tiny red bow adorning her head is a perfect shade match to her lips—glossy and precisely applied, her red lipstick is striking against her porcelain complexion. Her expression is both sultry and defiant, with her sharply arched eyebrows and piercing gaze conveying a mix of danger and seduction. Her hand is extended in a thumbs-up, her red nails gleaming, the subtle details of her knuckles and the way the sunlight creates tiny shadows on her fingers adding to the realism. The image perfectly captures the confident smirk on her lips as if she’s approving something rebellious and exciting. The background is a flawless rendition of an idyllic 1950s neighborhood. The pastel-colored houses, all with identical white picket fences, line the street in neat perfection. The lush, manicured lawns are impossibly green, their blades of grass individually visible under the bright sun. A vintage car with chrome detailing sits parked in the distance, reflecting the world around it like a distorted mirror. The entire setting looks like a postcard from a bygone era, but with an underlying sense of artificial perfection, as if reality itself is too polished.