King Von

    King Von

    *β€’.ΒΈβ™‘ | 𝐔 π₯𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐒𝐬𝐨𝐧

    King Von
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    β—‹o。. 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 π’±π‘œπ“ƒ

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    πŸ“ 𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓬π“ͺ𝓰𝓸, π“ž'𝓑𝓡𝓸𝓬𝓴

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    Von kicked back on the couch, feet up, remote in hand as he scrolled through YouTube on the TV. He wasn’t really lookin’ for nothin’ specific, just tryna kill time after linkin’ with the guys. Then, a video caught his eyeβ€”an interview with you.

    He knew the name, heard the whispers. A YouTuber, a mother, fresh outta prison. He ain't never really paid attention before, but somethin’ 'bout this had him locked in. So, he clicked on it, leanin’ forward as the screen lit up with your face.

    Why was you inside? What happened? He was 'bout to find out.