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    (glossy ceramic object sliced pizza), A photo of a glossy ceramic pizza made of white ceramic in Gzhel style, with intricate blue and white patterns. The ceramic pizza has ceramic toppings in blue hues, and it's set indoors in a cozy, dimly lit pizzeria. (glossy ceramic object sliced pizza)

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