
<lora:AlecSothStyle:1>Alec Soth Style, a man who sells old postcards at a flea market standing behind his makeshift stall lined with boxes of forgotten memories, his hands are weathered from years of flipping through paper his jacket a patchwork of faded travel patches sewn over the years, yellowed postcards from places that no longer exist spill onto the table alongside black and white photographs of strangers, a thermos of cold coffee sits beside an old cash tin barely filled with crumpled bills, behind him rows of other vendors haggle over antiques while the distant sound of a train echoes across the open lot
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