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one single mature homeless rat with worn out clothes, sleeping in a corner on the street, Vienna, mourning, model style, hyper realistic, extremely accurate, delicate, extremely detailed, Graphic novel style, wide-angle, open aperture, superfine pencil and spray paint

3 years ago

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Openjourney

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14

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512 × 512

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