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In the streets that crisscrossed the city's underbelly, these three ladies bore the force of society's reject, derision casually tossed their way like crumpled, invested dollar costs. Yet, as fate would have it, they found solace and strength in each other. In the darkest recesses of this neon-lit Eden, they discovered a shared resilience, a resilient defiance that enabled them to increase above their scenarios.

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Rolling waves crashed upon the beach, each notes a celestial lullaby whispered upon the sands. It was on this idyllic canvas that Aria, Cass, and Zara chose to take a temporary respite from their whirlwind crusade due to the fact that they understood the significance of revitalizing their spirits prior to continuing their worthy battle.

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