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In the streets that crisscrossed the city's underbelly, these three women bore the impact of society's reject, 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 discovered 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 worries and inhibitions with the relaxing touch of the ocean waves. Her dance, picturesque and unrestrained, became a sign of her undeviating desire to challenge hardship and welcome life's vibrancy.

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As the sun bade goodbye, surrendering to the growing darkness, and the colorful lights of the carnival painted the night sky, the trio left the joyous coast, their hearts ablaze with the pledge of a better tomorrow. The symbol of their reprieve, the unceasing ocean, served as a suggestion that the tides of modification were inevitable, washing away the footprints of their brief escape, but leaving an indelible mark upon their souls.

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Aria frequently pondered how little individuals understood the role she played for her customers - a muse, a therapist, a confidante - somebody who was there when the rest of the world appeared like a cold, unyielding place.

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