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In the alleys that crisscrossed the city's underbelly, these three ladies bore the force of society's reject, derision delicately tossed their method 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 resilience, a resilient defiance that permitted them to rise above their circumstances.

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Cass, ensorcelled by the tunes of a nearby musician, relinquished her worries and inhibitions with the calming touch of the ocean waves. Her dance, attractive and unrestrained, ended up being a symbol of her undeviating desire to challenge hardship and accept life's vibrancy.

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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 blissful shore, their hearts ablaze with the pledge of a much better tomorrow. The symbol of their reprieve, the unceasing ocean, functioned as a tip that the tides of modification were inescapable, washing away the footprints of their short escape, however leaving an indelible mark upon their souls.

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Aria typically pondered how little people comprehended the role she played for her customers - a muse, a healer, a confidante - someone who was there when the rest of the world appeared like a cold, unyielding place.

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