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In the alleys that crisscrossed the city's underbelly, these three females bore the force of society's refuse, derision casually 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 resilience, a resilient defiance that permitted them to rise above their situations.

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Cass, ensorcelled by the tunes of a nearby musician, relinquished her fears and inhibitions with the soothing touch of the ocean waves. Her dance, unrestrained and picturesque, became a sign of her steadfast desire to challenge adversity and embrace life's vibrancy.

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As the sun bade goodbye, giving up to the growing darkness, and the vibrant lights of the carnival painted the night sky, the trio left the joyous coast, their hearts ablaze with the guarantee of a much better tomorrow. The symbol of their break, the unceasing ocean, acted as a reminder that the tides of change were unavoidable, removing the footprints of their quick escape, but leaving behind an enduring mark upon their souls.

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Aria typically pondered how little individuals understood the role she played for her clients - a muse, a therapist, a confidante - someone who was there when the rest of the world appeared like a cold, unyielding place.

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