Fuentes taught me two truths that I would see reflected again and again among other workers, who would similarly come to this work amid economic devastation. The first was that even if she wanted to abandon the platform, there was little chance she could. Her storyâas a refugee, as a child of intergenerational instability, as someone suffering chronic illnessâwas tragically ordinary among these workers. Poverty doesnât just manifest as a lack of money or material wealth, the workers taught me. It seeps into every dimension of a workerâs life and accrues debts across it: erratic sleep, poor health, diminishing self-esteem, and, most fundamentally, little agency and control.