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In the alleys that crisscrossed the city's underbelly, these three females bore the brunt of society's reject, derision casually tossed their method like crumpled, invested dollar expenses. As fate would have it, they discovered solace and strength in each other. In the darkest recesses of this neon-lit Eden, they found a shared resilience, a resilient defiance that permitted them to increase above their circumstances.

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A brief range from where our brave trio relaxed, intense, vibrant pops of color dotted the sand where residues of a seaside carnival ventured to record the whimsy of the fading light. Enchanted by the sights and sounds of the celebration, they walked hand in hand, the electric air crackling with anticipation.

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