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In the streets that crisscrossed the city's underbelly, these three women bore the impact of society's refuse, derision delicately tossed their method like crumpled, spent 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 resilience, a buoyant defiance that permitted them to rise above their situations.

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