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In the streets that crisscrossed the city's underbelly, these three females bore the brunt of society's scorn, derision casually tossed their way like crumpled, invested dollar expenses. 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 resilience, a buoyant defiance that enabled them to rise above their scenarios.

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Aria typically considered how little individuals comprehended the role she played for her customers - a muse, a therapist, a confidante - somebody who was there when the rest of the world seemed like a cold, unyielding place.

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