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In the streets that crisscrossed the city's underbelly, these 3 ladies bore the brunt of society's refuse, derision delicately tossed their way like crumpled, invested dollar costs. 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 durability, a resilient defiance that enabled them to increase above their situations.

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As the sun bade farewell, giving up to the growing darkness, and the vibrant lights of the carnival painted the night sky, the trio departed the joyous coast, their hearts ablaze with the promise of a much better tomorrow. The sign of their respite, the unceasing ocean, functioned as a suggestion that the tides of modification were inevitable, removing the footprints of their short escape, but leaving behind an indelible mark upon their souls.

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Aria typically pondered how little individuals understood the function she played for her customers - a muse, a healer, a confidante - someone who was there when the rest of the world seemed like a cold, unyielding place.

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