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In the streets that crisscrossed the city's underbelly, these 3 females bore the brunt of society's refuse, derision delicately tossed their way like crumpled, invested dollar costs. Yet, as fate would have it, they discovered solace and strength in each other. In the darkest recesses of this neon-lit Eden, they found a shared durability, a resilient defiance that permitted them to rise above their situations.

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