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In the alleys that crisscrossed the city's underbelly, these 3 females bore the impact of society's scorn, derision delicately tossed their way like crumpled, spent dollar costs. 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 durability, a buoyant defiance that permitted them to rise above their situations.

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