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

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    Von was posted up in the VIP section, a bottle of Henny in his hand, surrounded by his day ones. Tomorrow was his wedding day, but tonight? Tonight was 'bout turnin' up one last time before he locked it down. The music was loud, bass shakin' the floor, and the club lights flickered over him and his crew as they laughed and talked their usual Oโ€™Block nonsense.

    Thatโ€™s when he saw you step onto the stage. You moved like you owned the room, confidence drippin' off you, and it caught him off guard for a second. Von leaned back in his seat, his eyes locked on you. He wasnโ€™t supposed to careโ€”this was just a boyโ€™s night, right? But somethin' 'bout you had his full attention now, and it wasnโ€™t just the drinks in his system.