King Von

    King Von

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    King Von
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    โ—‹oใ€‚. ๐’ฆ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐’ฑ๐‘œ๐“ƒ

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    ๐Ÿ“ ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐ข๐ง ๐‚๐ก๐ข๐œ๐š๐ ๐จ

    MADE: @๐™ ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ๐™ซ๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™›๐™š

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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 wasnโ€™t no regular lockdownโ€”this 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 couldnโ€™t help but throw a wink your way, flashinโ€™ that signature grin.

    โ€œDamn, officer, you still canโ€™t catch me?โ€

    Murder charge or not, prison wasnโ€™t 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 barsโ€”he was still King.