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In the alleys that crisscrossed the city's underbelly, these three women bore the brunt of society's reject, derision delicately tossed their way like crumpled, spent dollar costs. 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 strength, a resilient defiance that allowed them to rise above their circumstances.

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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 blissful shore, their hearts ablaze with the pledge of a better tomorrow. The symbol of their break, the unceasing ocean, functioned as a suggestion that the tides of change were inevitable, removing the footprints of their short escape, but leaving behind an enduring mark upon their souls.

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Aria often pondered how little individuals 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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