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In the alleys that crisscrossed the city's underbelly, these 3 females bore the brunt of society's scorn, derision casually tossed their way like crumpled, invested dollar bills. 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 strength, a buoyant defiance that allowed them to rise above their situations.

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Aria frequently contemplated how little individuals understood the function she played for her customers - a muse, a therapist, a confidante - somebody who was there when the rest of the world seemed like a cold, unyielding place.

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