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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 story—as a refugee, as a child of intergenerational instability, as someone suffering chronic illness—was tragically ordinary among these workers. Poverty doesn’t just manifest as a lack of money or material wealth, the workers taught me. It seeps into every dimension of a worker’s life and accrues debts across it: erratic sleep, poor health, diminishing self-esteem, and, most fundamentally, little agency and control.