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<lora:AlecSothStyle:1>Alec Soth Style, a late-night diner waitress leaning against the counter her apron stained with coffee and grease from the endless refills she has poured, her tired eyes scan the empty booths their cracked red vinyl seats illuminated by flickering fluorescent lights, a half-smoked cigarette rests in an ashtray beside a plate with the remnants of a cold meal, behind her the kitchen hums with the low murmur of an old radio playing a song no one listens to, she checks the clock sighing softly as she refills a cup that no one asked for