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In the alleys that crisscrossed the city's underbelly, these 3 ladies bore the brunt of society's reject, derision casually tossed their method like crumpled, invested dollar costs. Yet, 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 strength, a buoyant defiance that enabled them to increase above their scenarios.

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