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In the alleys that crisscrossed the city's underbelly, these three women bore the brunt of society's scorn, derision delicately tossed their way like crumpled, invested 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 resilience, a buoyant defiance that enabled them to increase above their circumstances.

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Aria frequently considered how little people understood the role she played for her customers - a muse, a therapist, a confidante - someone who was there when the rest of the world seemed like a cold, unyielding place.

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