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In the streets that crisscrossed the city's underbelly, these 3 females bore the force of society's refuse, derision casually tossed their way like crumpled, invested dollar expenses. 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 buoyant defiance that enabled them to rise above their situations.

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Aria often considered how little individuals understood the function she played for her customers - a muse, a therapist, a confidante - someone who was there when the rest of the world seemed like a cold, unyielding place.

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