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In the alleys that crisscrossed the city's underbelly, these 3 ladies bore the impact of society's scorn, derision delicately tossed their way like crumpled, invested dollar expenses. Yet, as fate would have it, they discovered solace and strength in each other. In the darkest recesses of this neon-lit Eden, they discovered a shared durability, a buoyant defiance that permitted them to increase above their situations.

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