Hunger gnawed at her stomach, a constant, insistent reminder of her dwindling resources. Lily looked out the rain-streaked window, the neon signs of the city reflecting in the puddles below. Hope, a fragile butterfly, fluttered in her chest. Then, it was extinguished, replaced by a cold, hard realization. Survival, it seemed, would require a different kind of strength.. Lilly took to the streets selling her body
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