Generador de voz AI Killer gratuito por Fish Audio

Hola gente, hoy os traigo un pequeño avance de lo que estoy construyendo. He decidido mezclar estilos que parecen imposibles, como piedra labrada y luces de neón, para darle ese toque futurista que tanto me gusta. Al final, lo importante es que sea algo único y original, ¿vale?

Sarah Martinez was just 28, a dedicated nurse and loving mother of two. Her colleagues knew her as the one who always stayed late to comfort patients. But behind her gentle smile lay a troubled past that would soon lead to devastating consequences. Her story began when...

Good morning Louis….. I miss you and I couldn’t stop thinking about you and looking at your pics last night,… Um… I need you so badly in my life and I can’t wait to spend forever with you….. how was your night…. Uh .. and How are you doing today???

The target's security detail was predictable. I waited until the shift change, then accessed the building through the service entrance. Found him in his office, trembling, offering money. Irrelevant. Three seconds later, mission complete. No witnesses, clean exit.

Listen I totally get why you might be hesitant to meet right away which is completely fine because I've been there too and I just want you to feel comfortable so whatever proof you need from me I'm happy to provide because I'm really interested in getting to know you better.

We have substantial evidence linking the suspect to three other murders in the area. Multiple witnesses have come forward, and forensic analysis confirms our suspicions. What do you say to that? The evidence speaks for itself.

Look at the exquisite hand-stitching on that Valentino suit. The precision, the craftsmanship... Jesus Christ. Do you even comprehend what you're looking at? Your pathetic JC Penney garbage wouldn't even qualify as a cleaning rag for this masterpiece.

Step, step, step, step marching through the dust again. Dust, dust, dust, dust choking up the lungs today. There's no discharge in the war. Twelve, twenty, thirty, forty miles in the burning sun. Pack, pack, pack, pack weighing down the soul again. No end to the march.