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In the streets that crisscrossed the city's underbelly, these three women bore the brunt of society's reject, derision delicately 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 found a shared durability, a resilient defiance that permitted them to rise above their circumstances.

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As the sun bade goodbye, surrendering to the growing darkness, and the vibrant lights of the carnival painted the night sky, the trio departed the blissful shore, their hearts ablaze with the pledge of a much better tomorrow. The symbol of their reprieve, the unceasing ocean, worked as a tip that the tides of change were unavoidable, removing the footprints of their quick escape, but leaving behind an enduring mark upon their souls.

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Aria often contemplated how little individuals comprehended the function she played for her customers - a muse, a healer, a confidante - someone who was there when the rest of the world appeared like a cold, unyielding place.

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