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In the streets that crisscrossed the city's underbelly, these three women bore the brunt of society's reject, derision casually tossed their method like crumpled, invested dollar expenses. As fate would have it, they discovered solace and strength in each other. In the darkest recesses of this neon-lit Eden, they discovered a shared strength, a buoyant defiance that enabled them to increase above their scenarios.

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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 departed the euphoric coast, their hearts ablaze with the pledge of a better tomorrow. The symbol of their reprieve, the unceasing ocean, acted as a tip that the tides of change were inescapable, removing the footprints of their quick escape, but leaving behind an enduring mark upon their souls.

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Aria frequently contemplated how little people comprehended the role she played for her clients - a muse, a therapist, a confidante - somebody who was there when the rest of the world appeared like a cold, unyielding place.

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