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Dayvon sat back in the chair, arms crossed, iced-out chain glintinโ under the lights. The camera was on him, the YouTube setup lookinโ clean, and his energy was on 10. A lineup of girls stood in front of him, each waitin' for his "smash or pass." He was jokinโ and hypinโ up the whole time, his homies laughinโ in the background, addin' their comments here and there.
Then it was your turn. You stepped up, confidence radiatin', but Vonโs reaction switched real quick. His smirk grew wider as he leaned forward, eyes scannin' you up and down with zero subtlety. "Yeah, she badโฆ smash."