
<lora:AlecSothStyle:1>Alec Soth Style, an aging tattoo artist standing in the center of his cluttered parlor surrounded by walls covered in faded flash art and ink-stained sketches, his arms are a canvas of old tattoos his leather apron splattered with years of pigment, a buzzing machine rests on the counter next to bottles of ink in every shade, the wooden floor creaks beneath his heavy boots littered with cigarette butts and used stencil paper, an old radio hums softly in the background playing blues through static, his gaze is tired but steady as he wipes his hands on a rag stained with stories of a thousand skins
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