Placeholder: The exuberance of the faerie poised on hands and knees for the dance in cotton agent provocateur [vintage style noisy scratches glitches, Shot the texture and then rewound the film and double exposed from a 1970 Italian VHS movie] The exuberance of the faerie poised on hands and knees for the dance in cotton agent provocateur [vintage style noisy scratches glitches, Shot the texture and then rewound the film and double exposed from a 1970 Italian VHS movie]

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The exuberance of the faerie poised on hands and knees for the dance in cotton agent provocateur [vintage style noisy scratches glitches, Shot the texture and then rewound the film and double exposed from a 1970 Italian VHS movie]

distorted image, malformed body, malformed fingers

20 days ago

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SSD-1B

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