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In the streets that crisscrossed the city's underbelly, these three women bore the brunt of society's refuse, derision delicately tossed their way like crumpled, invested dollar costs. Yet, as fate would have it, they discovered solace and strength in each other. In the darkest recesses of this neon-lit Eden, they discovered a shared durability, a resilient defiance that allowed them to rise above their circumstances.

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Cass, ensorcelled by the tunes of a nearby musician, relinquished her worries and inhibitions with the soothing touch of the ocean waves. Her dance, unrestrained and picturesque, ended up being a sign of her steadfast desire to challenge misfortune and welcome life's vibrancy.

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As the sun bade goodbye, giving up to the growing darkness, and the colorful lights of the carnival painted the night sky, the trio departed the blissful coast, their hearts ablaze with the promise of a better tomorrow. The sign of their break, the unceasing ocean, acted as a tip that the tides of modification were unavoidable, washing away the footprints of their brief escape, but leaving an enduring mark upon their souls.

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Aria frequently pondered how little people understood the function she played for her customers - a muse, a healer, a confidante - somebody who was there when the rest of the world appeared like a cold, unyielding place.

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