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In the courtroom, under the harsh glare of unforgiving lights, she faced not just the law, but the weight of a lifetime of trauma. No longer the frightened child who had stumbled through abandoned streets, no longer the desperate drifter seeking solace in a world that had none, she became the accused, the confessed, the woman whom media outlets branded as a “female serial killer,” a label heavy with judgment and almost perverse intrigue. Prosecutors painted her as a calculating predator, a lure for unsuspecting men meeting their fates. She, in turn, argued that each encounter had been a battle for survival, a desperate echo of the assaults, violations, and betrayals that had marked her entire life.
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