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In the streets that crisscrossed the city's underbelly, these 3 ladies bore the brunt of society's refuse, derision delicately tossed their way like crumpled, invested dollar bills. 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 resilience, a resilient defiance that permitted them to rise above their circumstances.

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Aria frequently considered how little people comprehended the role 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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