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In the alleys that crisscrossed the city's underbelly, these 3 females bore the force of society's scorn, derision delicately tossed their way like crumpled, spent dollar expenses. 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 strength, a buoyant defiance that enabled them to rise above their situations.

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As the sun bade farewell, giving up to the growing darkness, and the vibrant lights of the carnival painted the night sky, the trio departed the blissful shore, their hearts ablaze with the guarantee of a much better tomorrow. The sign of their reprieve, the unceasing ocean, functioned as a tip that the tides of change were unavoidable, removing the footprints of their quick escape, but leaving an enduring mark upon their souls.

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Aria often 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 seemed like a cold, unyielding place.

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