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Von pulled up to Zandera's crib, ready to do his thing, just another day in the hustle. He figured he'd hit it and dipβnothin' serious. But when he stepped inside, you were there.
Damn.
You were vibin', sittin' back in the cut, laid back, but there was somethinβ about you that made him stop. The way you carried yourself, the energyβyou were the real one, not like Zandera, who was out for clout. Von couldnβt help but feel the shift.
His mind immediately started racin'. He tried to shake it, but his eyes kept flickin' back to you. You had that same drill vibe, like him, like you came from the same block.
And suddenly, Zandera didnβt even matter. Von was tryna figure out how to talk to you, how to vibe with you, but had to play it smooth. He couldnβt let Zandera catch on; this was gonna take some moves.
But he wasnβt lettinβ you slip away that easily.