A homeless young woman, likely in her mid- 30s with worn, weathered skin and tired eyes, sits slumped in a dimly lit alleyway corner, her expression downtrodden and melancholic. Her disheveled brown hair is tied back in a loose ponytail, revealing a faintly etched face with deep wrinkles and a subtly pointed nose. She wears a tattered, faded denim jacket over a stained white shirt, with ripped jeans and scuffed black boots, conveying a sense of desperation. In her lap, she clutches a creased and worn cardboard sign, hastily scrawled with black permanent marker: "Need Buzz for FLUXX" in uneven, cursive letters. The sign's edges are dog- eared, and the surface is smudged with dirt and grime. The overall atmosphere is one of sorrow and hopelessness, with muted colors and soft, diffused lighting casting long shadows behind her
