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 stepped inside McDonaldโ€™s, chain swingin', eyes scannin' the menu like he ainโ€™t been here a million times before. But he wasnโ€™t really focused on the foodโ€”nah, it was you behind the counter that caught his attention.

    You was takinโ€™ orders, all focused nโ€™ shiit, lookinโ€™ too good in that lilโ€™ uniform. Von licked his lips, steppin' up when it was his turn, leaninโ€™ on the counter slightly just to get a closer look. He could tell you peeped him too, tryna stay professional but still sneakinโ€™ lilโ€™ glances. "Lemme get a... nah, matter fact, what you recommend, ma? I only trust yo taste." He smirked.