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In the streets that crisscrossed the city's underbelly, these 3 women bore the impact of society's reject, derision casually tossed their method like crumpled, spent dollar bills. 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 resilient defiance that permitted them to increase above their circumstances.

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