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In the streets that crisscrossed the city's underbelly, these 3 ladies bore the force of society's scorn, derision casually tossed their method like crumpled, spent dollar bills. Yet, as fate would have it, they discovered solace and strength in each other. In the darkest recesses of this neon-lit Eden, they found a shared resilience, a resilient defiance that allowed them to increase above their circumstances.

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