Araffe sitting on the curb of a city street with a cup of coffee

A young girl sits on the side of the street, her dirty clothes barely covering her thin frame. She holds out a small cup with a few coins in it, hoping for the generosity of passersby. Her eyes are downcast, filled with sadness and desperation. She looks around nervously, avoiding eye contact with those who walk by. The city bustles around her, but she remains isolated and alone in her poverty.

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A young girl sits on the side of the street, her dirty clothes barely covering her thin frame. She holds out a small cup with a few coins in it, hoping for the generosity of passersby. Her eyes are downcast, filled with sadness and desperation. She looks around nervously, avoiding eye contact with those who walk by. The city bustles around her, but she remains isolated and alone in her poverty.

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