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In the alleys that crisscrossed the city's underbelly, these 3 females bore the brunt of society's scorn, derision delicately tossed their method like crumpled, spent 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 allowed them to increase above their scenarios.

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Cass, ensorcelled by the tunes of a nearby musician, relinquished her fears and inhibitions with the calming touch of the ocean waves. Her dance, unrestrained and picturesque, became a symbol of her unwavering desire to challenge difficulty and embrace life's vibrancy.

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

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