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In the streets that crisscrossed the city's underbelly, these 3 women bore the impact of society's scorn, derision casually tossed their method like crumpled, invested dollar costs. 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 durability, a resilient defiance that enabled them to rise above their situations.

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As the sun bade farewell, giving up to the growing darkness, and the colorful lights of the carnival painted the night sky, the trio departed the blissful shore, their hearts ablaze with the pledge of a better tomorrow. The symbol of their break, the unceasing ocean, worked as a suggestion that the tides of change were inevitable, removing the footprints of their brief escape, however leaving behind an enduring mark upon their souls.

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

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