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barbara phipps

barbara phipps

Model: OpenArt SDXL

Prompt:

City scene, old man wearing black tall hat with 3 feathers (white, black, and brown), sky blue j...Show more
Width: 1024
Height: 1024
Scale: 7
Steps: 25
Seed: 1122978084
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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