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In the streets that crisscrossed the city's underbelly, these 3 females bore the force of society's scorn, 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 durability, a buoyant defiance that enabled them to rise above their situations.

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As the sun bade goodbye, surrendering to the growing darkness, and the vibrant lights of the carnival painted the night sky, the trio left the joyous shore, their hearts ablaze with the pledge of a much better tomorrow. The sign of their break, the unceasing ocean, acted as a tip that the tides of modification were inevitable, removing the footprints of their short escape, but leaving an indelible mark upon their souls.

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Aria frequently 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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