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In the streets that crisscrossed the city's underbelly, these three ladies bore the force of society's refuse, derision casually tossed their way 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 strength, a resilient defiance that enabled them to increase above their scenarios.

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As the sun bade goodbye, giving up to the growing darkness, and the vibrant lights of the carnival painted the night sky, the trio departed the joyous shore, their hearts ablaze with the promise of a much better tomorrow. The sign of their respite, the unceasing ocean, worked as a pointer that the tides of change were inescapable, getting rid of the footprints of their quick escape, but leaving behind an indelible mark upon their souls.

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

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