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In the streets that crisscrossed the city's underbelly, these 3 ladies bore the force 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 discovered a shared durability, a buoyant defiance that enabled them to increase above their scenarios.

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Aria often considered 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 appeared like a cold, unyielding place.

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