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Prompt: the guitar should look like a mask. the image should stay the same as in the picture uploaded
MariaM

MariaM

Model: AIart-SDXL

Prompt:

the guitar should look like a mask. the image should stay the same as in the picture uploaded
Width: 1024
Height: 1024
Scale: 7
Steps: 25
Seed: 1668000497
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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