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<lora:AlecSothStyle:1>Alec Soth Style, a small-town butcher standing behind the worn wooden counter of his dimly lit shop his apron streaked with fresh and dried blood, behind him rows of hanging carcasses sway slightly from metal hooks casting long shadows under buzzing fluorescent lights, a large cleaver rests on the cutting board beside a scale coated in fine flecks of bone dust, the air is thick with the scent of raw meat and sawdust, a hand-painted sign in the background reads best cuts in town though the letters are faded and peeling, his rough hands rest on the counter his expression unreadable yet familiar