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Jack the Ripper vs Jackie Tequila

It was night, Jaqueline decided to make a video call on the computer with her friend Barbara to get away from the thoughts that haunted her. When she was alone, that house seemed much bigger than it really was and every noise outside made her jump. She had been trying to stay sober for the last few days, but the tension she was in because of the messages made everything more difficult. At least now she could laugh a little and distract her mind while she chatted with Barbara. - He offered me a lot of money. Can you believe it? - And you didn’t accept? - Of course not, he can pay to see my videos on OnlyFans if he wants, but I don’t do that kind of thing. - Not by money, right friend, but for free you’ve already done it with the entire city! - Barbara laughed while Jaqueline protested. - I’m changing. This time it’s serious. No more Jackie Tequila. Now I’m going to become a serious girl. I haven’t had a drink in... three days. - I’m with you, babe - replied the other with a wink -
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