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In the alleys that crisscrossed the city's underbelly, these 3 females bore the impact of society's scorn, derision delicately tossed their method like crumpled, invested 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 found a shared durability, a resilient defiance that enabled them to increase above their situations.

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