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In the streets that crisscrossed the city's underbelly, these 3 females bore the brunt of society's reject, derision delicately tossed their method like crumpled, invested dollar bills. 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 strength, a buoyant defiance that enabled them to rise above their scenarios.

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As the sun bade farewell, surrendering to the growing darkness, and the colorful lights of the carnival painted the night sky, the trio departed the euphoric coast, their hearts ablaze with the promise of a better tomorrow. The sign of their break, the unceasing ocean, worked as a suggestion that the tides of change were unavoidable, getting rid of the footprints of their brief escape, however leaving an indelible mark upon their souls.

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