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In the alleys that crisscrossed the city's underbelly, these 3 ladies bore the force of society's reject, derision delicately tossed their method like crumpled, invested dollar bills. Yet, 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 resilient defiance that permitted them to increase above their circumstances.

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