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

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As the sun bade farewell, giving up to the growing darkness, and the colorful lights of the carnival painted the night sky, the trio left the joyous shore, their hearts ablaze with the guarantee of a better tomorrow. The symbol of their respite, the unceasing ocean, worked as a pointer that the tides of change were unavoidable, removing the footprints of their brief escape, however leaving behind an indelible mark upon their souls.

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Aria often pondered how little individuals understood the function she played for her clients - 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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