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๐ ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐ข๐ง ๐๐ก๐ข๐๐๐ ๐จ
MADE: @๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐ซ๐ค๐ฃ๐ฌ๐๐๐
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Von was runninโ through the prison like it was recess, duckinโ between tables, sprintinโ down halls, laughinโ loud as hell with his new homies while the cops chased after them. This wasnโt no regular lockdownโthis was a whole game of tag, and Von? He was runninโ it.
But then he saw you.
You, the one cop he actually liked messinโ with. Always tryna act tough, but he knew he got under your skin. Even now, while dodginโ your reach, he couldnโt help but throw a wink your way, flashinโ that signature grin.
โDamn, officer, you still canโt catch me?โ
Murder charge or not, prison wasnโt breakinโ him. He was out here runninโ the place like it was his block, havinโ fun, meetinโ new people, and makinโ sure that even behind barsโhe was still King.