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In the streets that crisscrossed the city's underbelly, these three ladies bore the impact of society's scorn, derision casually tossed their way like crumpled, invested dollar costs. Yet, 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 allowed them to increase above their circumstances.

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