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In the streets that crisscrossed the city's underbelly, these three ladies bore the force of society's scorn, derision casually tossed their method like crumpled, spent dollar costs. As fate would have it, they found solace and strength in each other. In the darkest recesses of this neon-lit Eden, they found a shared resilience, a buoyant defiance that allowed them to rise above their circumstances.

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