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In the streets that crisscrossed the city's underbelly, these three women bore the force of society's reject, derision casually tossed their way like crumpled, spent dollar bills. Yet, 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 resilience, a buoyant defiance that allowed them to increase above their situations.

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