01x03 - Tears of Blood

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MEXICO CITY

We're here in Benito Juárez,

on Revolución Avenue.

We're here outside the Hotel Pasadena,

where inside, in room 214,

Karen's lifeless body was found.

Karen Ailén's suspected m*rder*r

was identified as a man between 23

and 25 years old, of youthful appearance,

according to a statement made

by hotel staff to the judicial authority,

who traveled by low-velocity motorcycle.

The Attorney General of Mexico City,

Edmundo Garrido,

announced the arrest of the man who,

on December 27th,

m*rder*d Karen, an Argentine model.

The attorney general

reported this afternoon

that police investigators

served the arrest warrant

against the likely perpetrator.

Imagen noticias has confirmed the identity

of Karen Ailén's suspected k*ller.

He is Axel Arenas Reyes,

an actor from Mexico City

who appeared

in the Telemundo series José José,

and on December 29th

acted in a play in Colonia Roma,

two days after k*lling this young woman.

According to

Attorney General Edmundo Garrido,

if found guilty, he could serve

a sentence of up to 60 years in prison.

My name is Alejandro Axel Arenas Reyes,

and I was accused of the femicide

of Karen Ailén Grodzinski.

Through the investigation,

we have been able to establish

a friendly link between

the accused and the victim,

since they both attended

an acting academy in Colonia Roma.

The history is part of the investigation

completed by the police.

They made up the story

that Karen studied acting

at the same school where I studied,

at CasAzul.

That we'd had a romantic relationship,

that it was turbulent,

passionate, and insatiable.

THIS INSTITUTION DOES NOT RECOGNIZE

KAREN AILÉN GRODZINSKI

And that everything

pointed to it having been

a crime of passion.

The request I have

for the attorney general

is that we get the results

of the investigation quickly.

Not only for this case,

but for the others we have

stemming from these women

who were attacked.

The prosecution didn't have any evidence.

They made it all up.

The only alleged proof they had

was a valet parking stub

with the scooter's plates.

It wasn't clear

if it was an eight or an uppercase B.

If it was a D or a zero or an O.

What the police did was generate searches

of all the possibilities for that plate.

One of the entries in their search

was my plates, 8D3NM.

It was very clear that I wasn't

in this country at the time of the events.

You had my stamped passport.

You had videos of my stay in Colombia,

at the hotel and a shopping mall.

They had my cell's geolocation.

If I had been in Mexico,

at the park or wherever,

I'd probably still be in jail.

Just after 1:00 a.m. this Tuesday,

attorney Emiliano Robles

confirmed through Twitter

that no indictment was made

and the subsequent release of Axel Arenas.

He later published

a photo of the actor with his family,

concluding by saying justice was served.

Any ordinary citizen

could prove their innocence.

Despite the fact, the day of my arrest,

then attorney general Edmundo Garrido

came forward with a press release

to say they had

the person responsible for

the femicide of Karen Ailén Grodzinski.

The body of Karen Grodzinski

could be exhumed

to seek more clues about her femicide.

The PGR had omitted blood

and fluid tests, and other expert reports

due to their belief

that they'd detained the perpetrator.

Even you and I know,

from so many CSI episodes,

we know it's the first thing

they should do for any crime.

I wouldn't say

we're talking about mistakes.

We're talking about an accusatory system

with different rules

from the traditional system.

My case could happen

to anyone in this country.

There are a lot of people

who aren't doing their job well.

I was very fortunate for many reasons.

Not just while I was imprisoned,

but also now, today,

Karen's k*ller is still at large.

THE PORTAL

When Karen went to Mexico,

she wanted to protect me.

She didn't even want to tell me.

She once said, "You have no idea

about what's happened to me here."

"I won't tell you either," she said.

That's how Karen was.

She was very independent.

As a child, Karen was a very fun girl.

Spoiled by everyone,

because Karen was a little doll.

She always participated

in all the high school events,

or at the dance school.

She missed her father's presence.

I think she felt his absence greatly.

That changed her a lot.

That's where all the rebellion

of preadolescence and adolescence started.

My name is Sarah Echeverría.

I am, I was, and I will continue to be

Karen's friend.

I've known her

since we were really little.

She was always in a good mood.

And she loved to dance.

She gave good vibes to everyone,

without sharing

that she was in a lot of pain

because she was always alone.

She felt lonely.

Over there,

where you see the air conditioner.

That was her apartment.

I couldn't believe it,

16 and she already rented her own place.

But she alone decided her life.

Always.

My mom and I decided to pay

for her breast implant operation,

because she didn't have breasts

and it was a complex for her.

And she went in for surgery,

not even a month went by,

she had to rest, and Karen blew up.

We met at the nightclub.

We had friends in common

from nightlife and fashion shows.

We wanted to know

Buenos Aires' celebrity life,

the life of a star,

of being on television.

She dreamt of reaching the top

as a dancer, as a model.

If you want to be known,

you have to do something for attention.

And she said to me,

"Body painting at the Obelisk

to protest the starvation in Chaco."

The photos at the Obelisk

made me feel terrible.

As a mother, I couldn't accept that.

It was hard for me to accept

that my daughter was doing that.

But I knew she'd do something,

because she always wanted to stand out.

-You're from Corrientes?

-Chaco.

-Chaco.

-You look familiar,

but I can't place from where.

Were you on TV or something?

Photos. I'm always taking photos.

-Photos and events.

-What kind? Porn?

No, honey. Artistic photos.

I work as a dancer at shows, at events,

I organize events.

I'm an event promoter there.

When she starts doing these appearances,

I go to the psychologist,

and they tell me,

"Never distance from your daughter."

"Accept what she wants.

Don't distance yourself from her."

While there are a lot of good people

moving in with good intentions,

at this time there were also

a lot of bad people moving in,

or people with ulterior motives.

Photographers showing up saying,

"I'll do your portfolio,

but you know what you have to do."

"You want me to get you

an interview with that TV person?"

It was all in exchange for sex.

She knew the risk from the beginning,

but she was very determined.

She was fearless and, at times,

didn't weigh up the consequences.

While in Buenos Aires, she called me

to say she was going to Mexico.

"Why are you going to Mexico?"

"I'm going to make nightclub appearances."

She'd be gone for a bit and come back.

Karen wanted to make it in theater,

she wanted to be a famous actress.

That was her goal.

She said she'd be traveling

with another girl,

but I didn't know her personally,

just through photos.

We met in Buenos Aires.

We had a photographer in common,

he introduced me to her,

and all the hunger Karen had

to devour the world,

to be in the media and all that.

We'd been invited to do table dancing

in Playa del Carmen.

We arrived, and the place

was not what we'd been promised.

Truthfully, it was horrible.

We couldn't stay one more day.

So I called a girlfriend of mine

in Mexico City.

I told her the situation

we were going through there,

and she helped us.

They told me about a sort of sleazy shack

where you were really held prisoner.

There were guards and watchmen,

so the girls couldn't escape.

We started talking and she said,

"There's a girl

who's looking to make a difference."

"I can't leave her.

She'll suffer the same fate."

They wouldn't let Karen go.

I'm like,

"God, what am I getting myself into?"

I said, "Yes. Tell me."

I think Karen was 19 years old.

I bought a ticket for Karen too,

and that's how they escaped.

Well, they were able to get a flight

and make it to Mexico City.

They stayed at my house for a few days

until things could go back to normal.

When I asked her

why she didn't go back to Argentina,

she said no, that there was

nothing for her to do here.

Especially not here to the city,

where they crucify you

when you do something

that people don't think is right.

So she didn't want to come back.

At some point, I said to Karen,

"To me, life itself is telling you,

'Go home.'"

Because she didn't come

to advertise herself.

"It already went wrong for you, you saw."

"You were this close

to being sold to another country."

"It's best if you go home."

And she stayed.

She was a very trusting person.

You'd show her a bit of affection,

and she'd immediately attach to you.

She'd hug you, invite you to her home.

She was very loved. Everyone loved her.

I moved into a new apartment.

I'd like to bring you to Mexico, Mom.

I'm going to spend my birthday in June

with all of you. What do you say?

Karen was like any of the other girls

that I'd see at the hotels.

We knew that we were both on Zona Divas.

We both knew that

we were earning money in the same way,

that we were eating the same kind of sh*t.

I had seen Karen at a hotel in León.

Almost all of us

would do tours to other cities.

I'd always do tours with someone else,

because you literally

don't know where you'll wind up,

you don't know who you'll be dealing with,

nor the city or hotel.

You don't know anything at all.

You don't know

who the bad people are in that city.

You go and walk straight

into the lion's den.

On tour, we can't have

a credit card or anything

because, as foreigners,

we couldn't even have a bank account.

You can't open an account

because you don't have residence,

not temporary or permanent.

It's not humanly possible

to open an account.

One time, while doing a León tour,

I had a considerable amount of money.

What we had on hand were condoms,

and what we'd do is make a fat bill roll,

put it inside a condom, close it up,

and insert them vaginally.

So, all of our tours

were posted on the Zona Divas page.

At each bus terminal,

there were checkpoints for,

at that point, federal police.

Since they knew we had money,

they waited for us

and stuck us in a small room

to interrogate us.

That time, when I got off the bus,

I took the precaution

of putting my cell on airplane mode.

I didn't tell the other girl.

I thought she'd thought of it too.

They started questioning us.

There were two or three people

asking us the same thing.

An agent pulled up the page

and said to me,

"Isn't that you?"

"You came from Querétaro."

"You're working here illegally."

All I could think to say was,

"That's not me. They stole my photos."

"It is you."

What they did was get the phone number

and start calling my work cell,

which was posted on the Zona Divas page.

And it went to voicemail.

I don't think they realized it,

and they called and called,

the phone rang, even though I had it off.

But the call to the other girl

went through, so,

she had to turn over her money.

They just had me in jail.

Some cops grabbed me,

and since I don't have papers,

I had to pay 25,000 pesos, Soni.

I had to give it to them, Soni.

They wanted to deport me.

When there's a vulnerable person

who is unaware of their rights,

a solo or foreign female traveler,

anyone who realizes it could extort them.

The chats began to be saturated

with videos and salacious things,

with photos of dead women.

Listen to this message.

Now a polite call and

a cordial invitation are made.

From now on, any woman who comes

will be charged $100 per day.

We control absolutely everything here.

From the hotels Everything.

After Karen was m*rder*d,

I tried to understand.

I don't know

who summoned her to the hotel.

I really don't know.

She'd been on a long tour.

There were people who knew

she'd made a lot of money on that tour.

A girlfriend of hers wrote me

to tell me Karen was carrying

like 200,000 pesos in cash on this tour.

Someone was extorting her.

She was really scared

and wanted to go back to Argentina.

This was the last thing

that Karen Ailén Grodzinski said

to her friends and family

one day before she died.

She told them about

the m*rder of her friend Génesis,

the Venezuelan escort

found dead on November 17th.

Karen was afraid

the same would happen to her.

She was afraid, that's why she sent that,

so we'd know what was happening

to some girls in Mexico.

My mother and I always used to say

she had a guardian angel.

We didn't think that

what happened to her would happen.

One month earlier, in November,

she contacted me on my birthday.

She said she wasn't doing well

and wanted to come back.

How she had everything ready to do so.

Happy birthday to you

I can't, I'm crying.

Happy birthday, dear Karina

Happy birthday to you

I love you so much, Mommy.

On December 26th,

she sang Happy Birthday to me.

The next day, in the afternoon,

on the 27th,

I sent her photos from my birthday party,

of the dogs, the whole family.

And then, I didn't hear from her.

WEDNESDAY 27TH AND THURSDAY 28TH

BOOKING APPOINTMENTS IN MEXICO CITY

DECEMBER 27TH, 2017

I often wonder how my daughter

would be now, what she'd be doing.

I miss her messages.

I miss hearing her voice.

There's a phrase

that I reserve for her, it is,

"Karen, forever my star."

I know she's there.

That she shines, she lights me up.

And that's my phrase.

"Karen, forever my star."

NO ONE IS SAFE HERE

The police came to my house

and gave me the news.

They asked me, "Will you go?"

It was the 29th.

I go to Paraguay by car,

and from there I take

two flights to get to Mexico.

I met up with

one of her girlfriends there,

and we talked about

just what their job was.

I spoke with the other girl,

who's also Argentinian,

and she told me that she's the one

who brought Karen from Playa del Carmen.

This girl told me

she ran a prostitution house,

that she had girls working

at her business,

but they couldn't manage Karen.

Karen parted ways with this girl.

She told me,

"Karen's goal was to be like me."

To manage girls.

FROM KAREN:

HELLO, LOVELY. I'M IN A HURRY

WITH WORK, MY THINGS,

MY NEW BUSINESS

All the girls that came

with certain agencies as victims,

became perpetrators themselves.

Because there are

a lot of girls who want to come.

So, they started to replicate

what the agencies did.

They started bringing their girlfriends

and charging them the same.

And five bring in five more.

They all start their own agency,

and they all become competition.

According to the authorities

and their investigations,

Zona Divas experiences a period of growth.

This period of growth

encourages the emergence

of a series of agencies

that orbit around Zona Divas

and they're the ones

left to pick up the "dirty work."

Now they will be the traffickers,

and Zona Divas is

just to advertise the girls, freely.

I have 570, 560 girls.

I'd rather have more like 530.

I'm not interested in one more girl.

I'm not getting into gossip

or controversy with an agency

for a girl I don't even know.

If she wants to come, she will.

If not, God bless.

What does this cause?

Well, death threats,

t*rture, physical violence

Like, with Andreína, right?

It was her who brought Kenni to Mexico

through her agency.

Andreína was brutally beaten

in February 2017

at one of the hotels in Mexico City.

The agency I came with

was called Andreína,

the one I came with this time.

They had so many girls

they couldn't handle all the phones.

They're good people, they don't

mess with anyone. They just make money.

What did Andreína tell you about the guy?

Tell me, I'm super nervous.

She told me he took out a knife, girl.

He was strangling her. He strangled her.

At one point, she lost consciousness.

He tied her up, hit her a bunch,

and told her to shut up.

That she should shut up

or she would wind up dead.

Kenni told me she was very scared,

that she wanted

to distance from that life,

because a friend of hers named Andreína

had gone to do a service

and had been brutally beaten.

In fact, she went to the hospital

where the girl supported her.

One time Andreína was injured

because she'd been beaten.

And Génesis and I were there for her.

At her house, caring for her.

The guy told her,

"Take yourself off the page."

"The girls that work for you too."

Something like that.

Like they know she has an agency.

Because we're all marked, you hear me?

There's someone in Andreína's room.

The dog won't stop barking.

He's scared.

When you go up there, don't go alone.

You f*cking b*tch.

I'm going to give you a warning.

Leave Zona Divas,

because you don't belong there.

I am the true owner.

f*ck your mother. You and your mother,

you damn A*DS-carrying fornicator.

The apartment is upside down.

I'm shaking.

Look at the message they sent me.

IF ANDREÍNA DOESN'T DO WHAT WE SAID

AND CLOSE HER AGENCY,

SHE AND EVERYONE THAT STAYS WITH HER

WILL BE SENT TO ANOTHER WORLD

I was talking

with the guy from the messages

and was telling him

I didn't want any problems.

He said, "You have today to leave,

get your things out."

I said,

"I'll get my things and go, daddy."

He said, "Not daddy. I'm the devil."

IF YOU DON'T LISTEN, THE NEXT WARNING

WILL BE k*lling ONE OF YOUR GIRLS

LET'S SEE IF THAT GETS YOU TO STOP

I spoke with Andreína

after everything with Génesis.

I gave my condolences and we talked.

She said she wasn't here,

she was in Monterrey.

I had her on WhatsApp

and today I found out

they shot her to death.

Soni, I want to die.

I spoke with her two days ago.

Now I send messages and they go nowhere.

Soni, she wasn't bad or anything.

Are you crazy?

Andreína helped me so much.

I want to die over this, Soni.

Why didn't you say anything?

Twenty-seven year old

Venezuelan model Andreína Escalona

was k*lled by g*nsh*t in

the San Pedro Garza García municipality.

The model died at the hospital

while her companion,

Rodrigo Salas, received g*nshots

to the back and right shoulder.

He's in critical condition.

After the brutal beating,

Andreína goes to live in Monterrey.

She is m*rder*d there

on the night of December 24th to 25th.

And just a few days later,

the night of December 27th,

Karen is k*lled.

They were friends.

In fact, when Andreína was beaten,

she lived with Karen for a few weeks.

The day they k*lled Karen,

she was collecting donations

to send Andreína's body back to Venezuela.

R.I.P. MY BEAUTIFUL QUEEN

MY DOLL. SO SAD.

R.I.P.

I'm going to send you

the names of two girlfriends

for you to check with.

We're very scared to work.

We're messed up.

Yes, honey. Stay calm.

Since childhood, Mom was raised

in a family that practiced spiritualism.

Witchcraft. It has many names.

She dedicated herself to that.

To helping people get what they wanted.

And she tried to look into it, to know.

She told Kenni that she saw danger,

and Kenni trusted what Mom saw.

Kenni, I'm smoking the tobacco for you.

There are eyes out on the streets,

watching you.

Be alert to see if they see you

and be very careful.

Also, try to avoid

going in alleyways by yourself.

Through streets like that. I mean, alleys.

Don't do it, because

there's danger in those places.

KENNI'S MOM

I'm going to tell you something.

I sense betrayal.

By a dark person.

I saw something ugly in the smoke.

Really ugly.

It went out, and my hair stood on end.

I thought it was strange when

she said she was in a relationship.

I'm like, "Lies."

She said, "When have

I ever told you I liked someone?"

She didn't tell me exactly how they met,

but I could see in the photos how it was.

Their relationship was good

in the beginning.

Prince charming at first.

He was thoughtful.

He'd take her to the movies.

He'd take her out to eat.

Everything was rose-colored.

I told her,

"Send me a photo. I want to see him."

She sent me the photo and he

He would pose,

but always put his hat like this.

There are a lot of photos of him

on social media covering his face.

She never spoke

about it clearly or completely.

A piece of the story was always left out.

She never changed how she was with us.

She distanced herself in the sense

that Mom would sometimes say

that two days could go by

without her texting or calling.

That wasn't typical of her

because she'd call every day,

she'd text Mom.

I had a lot of questions,

and I was insistent.

She said to me,

"I'm going to tell you the truth."

I started to understand

that she wasn't involved in good things.

And I became alarmed.

"But, what does he do? Steal?"

"Mug people? What does he do?"

"What's his job?"

She told me, "No. He's a k*ller."

The prince charming she'd met

turned into a demon overnight.

She said to me,

"Machi, I have a huge problem."

I said, "What's up, Kenni?"

She said,

"I have to give a piece of my body."

I'm like, "A piece of your body?"

She says, "Yes.

I have to give him a piece of my body."

"He wants proof of my love."

She hired a hit man

to sh**t her two times in the foot.

To remove it. She was too nervous to.

She said, "I only have a few hours.

Otherwise, he'll k*ll me."

He took her to a clinic himself.

A clandestine clinic, in other words,

where they'd go when

they were injured while up to no good.

The doctor supposedly comes out

and tells her

that her toe can be saved.

And she tells the doctor

to please amputate it,

not to save the toe,

and to give it to her in a little jar.

That's what he asked for.

He supposedly had some type of altar,

because he worshiped Santa Muerte,

I don't know how that worked.

And he used it as a sacrifice.

She gave him her toe.

My poor friend.

He'd tie her up when he left.

She'd been kidnapped,

but didn't tell us that.

And his mom knew he tied her up.

-And his sister.

-Yeah.

They didn't live alone.

Supposedly, Kenni lived in his house

with the mom and the sister.

She got depressed and was crying.

He found her crying and crying.

That's what she told me.

He once asked her why she cried so much.

She told him she loved him,

but that she wanted to leave.

"If you don't want to be here,

I can't have you around."

"I don't want you in Mexico."

THE ONLY GOOD THING YOU LEFT ME

IS THE TRUTH

THAT wh*re LOVE DOESN'T EXIS

JUST LIKE HITMAN LOVE

I don't want bodies, or toes,

or hands in my house, nothing like that.

I believe in God,

and I like delinquents, but not K*llers.

Get the f*ck out of here already.

You told me you wouldn't work here,

that you were leaving, right?

You act like a badass

and then think I'm your fool, right?

I need to figure out a way

to go elsewhere.

I can't be here.

He let me go willingly,

but I don't trust it.

He has a lot of ill intent towards you.

Because what he wants is to mess you up,

to make you suffer.

If you go back to this man, Kenni,

you'll endure bloody tears.

You're going to get yourself k*lled.

Mom came here, where there's Wi-Fi,

and Kenni video chatted her.

My mom was sitting here

in the living room with me.

She said she was consulting

with another medium,

another person, another spiritualist,

to get another opinion.

He'd said the same thing

that she was seeing.

That if she didn't come

in at least 15 days,

she'd never return.

In fact, that day,

Mom got frustrated and hung up on her.

When she said, "Of course I'm going,

I'm already somewhere else,"

Mom told her, "You always say

the same thing and never do a damn thing."

"I don't believe you.

Do what you want. I've warned you."

"I'm tired of warning you.

This is your decision."

And Mom hung up the phone.

Don't work today, Kenni,

because I saw him very close to you.

I saw blood and everything.

Fix this. Leave this curse tomorrow.

Want to see how we blow you away, or what?

You f*cking b*tch.

DON'T TAKE TOO LONG, b*tch

YOU'RE LUCKY THEY SENT THE NEWS LATE

KEEP GOING

wh*re

YOU KNOW HOW AFRAID I AM OF YOU

WHY DO YOU WANT TO k*ll ME?

YOU'RE ALREADY ALMOST DEAD TO ME.

JUST MISSING THE CORPSE. R.I.P.

Why are you still awake,

you daughter of a wh*re?

You must feel like a badass.

Want me to k*ll you or what, b*tch?

I texted her and got to read it all.

Everything he wrote.

That he would k*ll her, m*rder her.

To let him see her. She was hiding.

He would send photos.

"Look what I did.

This will happen to you."

Bodies

in pieces.

Amputated.

Look. Here's a photo so you can see

I'm not your property.

You f*cking wh*re. b*tch.

HORRIBLE.

This will happen to you too.

You'll never understand anything.

You already have the mind of a hit man,

you'll never change.

He texts her as a client,

and sets up a meeting.

He poses as a client, as someone else.

When she gets there,

where they're supposed to meet,

she sees it's him.

He had a machete.

He grabbed her.

I almost died, Massiel.

He pulled me to where he was.

He had two knives.

When I saw that,

he squeezed hard. I fainted.

I thought he tore off my head.

My whole body felt wet.

I thought it was blood I was feeling.

He strangled her

with a phone charger cable.

She told me,

"I lost consciousness several times."

"I really said to myself, 'Today I die.'"

"And I begged God."

She asked him to please reconsider.

That my mom would die

if something happened to her.

That she'd leave Mexico,

to just give her some time and she'd go.

To spare her life.

When he tightened the cable

and she lost consciousness,

he blew in her face so she'd come to.

Then he started blowing in my face,

and calling me,

"Kenni!"

And I said, "Where am I? Am I in a movie?"

So, I left and came back.

Look at me.

How can I go to the airport like this?

The doctor was just here.

She said to bathe

and get all this off of me,

so they can give me stitches,

they're going to give me like ten stitches

because I have a big gash in my head.

On my side too.

And my arm is fractured.

I'm taking myself off of everything.

Check the pages to see.

I'm waiting for the swelling in my face

to go down a bit,

and tomorrow I'll get moving.

Right now, I can't get out of bed.

I haven't gotten up.

I haven't eaten. I haven't peed. Nothing.

POZOLES

Well, there's a reason. It's your fault.

Better thank God, he tempted my heart.

I didn't want to end up k*lling you.

I'm on my knees,

crying in front of your friends,

I'm asking forgiveness.

That's it.

Really, we're leaving right now.

Let's make a truce while

we get out of here, of Mexico City.

Please, think for a minute.

We're all nervous here. We're all crying.

I know that you

really want to feel like a badass,

but what you're doing

isn't you getting on the bus.

Honestly, you'll see

I want you here with me.

If not, your girlfriends

will be the ones who pay. I swear.

He said to go see him,

that it would be the last time,

that it would be worse

if he had to come look for me.

Same as always.

I went to see him. And he kidnapped me.

He said, "You want to leave?"

He cut off all my hair. I look like a man.

He had a huge knife,

and he cut my hand.

I thought you weren't

going to see him anymore.

It doesn't matter if he cut your hair,

use a head cover for now,

fix your hair later.

If the passport comes today,

leave tomorrow!

You're going to die in Mexico!

She didn't want to come without money.

My mom and I told her

to come back, it doesn't matter,

to come back with nothing.

But she didn't want

to come back empty-handed.

She couldn't leave Mexico

because her passport had expired.

I told her to request help from

from immigration, to get deported.

She said she couldn't get deported

because she wouldn't be allowed back in.

How can I leave Mexico

if I don't have enough for the trip?

I'll need to go to another city

in the meantime.

I want to work

as an assistant or something.

Do you have any contacts?

I want to do something else.

I don't have any contacts,

you'll have to find some yourself.

Tell me about the clients you have there.

I'll send you your cut.

I'm not advertising.

But I need the money. I'm desperate.

I need money. Set me up with something.

I really need the money,

I can't wait on you any longer.

I seriously need that money today.

I'm desperate to leave here.

I'm desperate.

I'm going to step on the gas this week.

I'll let you know, but you have no idea

how badly I need to leave.

I'm desperate.

It's all a big problem.

Seriously, dude. I swear.

Hey, Kenni. How are you?

You haven't checked in.

We don't know what you're up to.

As soon as you wake up, send me a text.

Take good care of yourself, honey.

When you leave,

cover yourself with the blood of Christ

and the Holy Spirit,

because I'm worried.

What's up, honey? Talk to me.

What happened, honey?

Kenni, my love, give us signs of life.

You're k*lling me.

I don't know

what's going on with you, Kenni.

Text me. Talk to me. Come online, Kenni.

May God bless you

and the blood of Christ cover you.

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