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In the streets that crisscrossed the city's underbelly, these three females bore the impact of society's scorn, derision delicately tossed their way like crumpled, spent dollar expenses. As fate would have it, they found solace and strength in each other. In the darkest recesses of this neon-lit Eden, they discovered a shared resilience, a resilient defiance that enabled them to increase above their situations.

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Aria typically contemplated how little people understood the role she played for her clients - 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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