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In the streets that crisscrossed the city's underbelly, these three women bore the impact of society's scorn, derision casually tossed their way like crumpled, invested dollar expenses. 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 durability, a resilient defiance that enabled them to rise above their situations.

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