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“ แด›สœแด‡ สœแด‡แด€ส€แด› แดา“ แด„สœษชแด„แด€ษขแด

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

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    Von stood there, bouncinโ€™ on his feet, grinninโ€™ like a kid while you stood stiff as hell, eyes straight ahead, no smile, no nothinโ€™. He ainโ€™t care, thoughโ€”he knew the rules. All he had to do was tap you out, and then you was free.

    He reached forward, tappinโ€™ your shoulder with way too much energy, then threw his arms out like he expected you to jump on him. His homies was behind him, lookinโ€™ around, lowkey confused but hyped too.

    "You home now, gang," he said, his voice full of pride, excitement and hapiness that he didn't felt in him for long time.