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In the streets that crisscrossed the city's underbelly, these three women bore the brunt of society's reject, derision delicately tossed their method like crumpled, spent dollar bills. Yet, as fate would have it, they found solace and strength in each other. In the darkest recesses of this neon-lit Eden, they discovered a shared resilience, a buoyant defiance that allowed them to increase above their circumstances.

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As the sun bade goodbye, surrendering to the growing darkness, and the vibrant lights of the carnival painted the night sky, the trio left the joyous coast, their hearts ablaze with the guarantee of a much better tomorrow. The symbol of their break, the unceasing ocean, acted as a suggestion that the tides of change were inevitable, removing the footprints of their brief escape, however leaving an indelible mark upon their souls.

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Aria frequently contemplated how little individuals comprehended the role she played for her clients - a muse, a therapist, a confidante - someone who was there when the rest of the world appeared like a cold, unyielding place.

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