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For years, people walked past her without a second glance.
She stood on street corners and near overflowing trash bins, quietly searching through piles of bottles and cans. Each plastic bottle she collected meant a few more coins—just enough to buy a piece of bread or a simple meal for the day. Her life had become a cycle of survival: wake up, search for recyclables, sell them, eat if possible, and find somewhere safe to sleep.