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In the streets that crisscrossed the city's underbelly, these three women bore the brunt of society's refuse, derision casually tossed their method like crumpled, invested dollar expenses. 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 permitted them to rise above their circumstances.

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As the sun bade goodbye, surrendering to the growing darkness, and the colorful lights of the carnival painted the night sky, the trio departed the blissful shore, their hearts ablaze with the guarantee of a better tomorrow. The symbol of their break, the unceasing ocean, functioned as a pointer that the tides of modification were inevitable, removing the footprints of their short escape, but leaving behind an enduring mark upon their souls.

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