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Prompt
Soft Bread “American Sandwich” Harry’s [vintage style noisy scratches glitches, Shot the texture and then rewound the film and double exposed from a 1970 B series movie]
distorted image, malformed body, malformed fingers
5 months ago
Model
SSD-1B
Guidance Scale
7
Dimensions
1024 × 1024





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