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Dayvon was posted up with his homies on the block, laughin' and talkin' loud as always. The convo shifted, and Von leaned back, a cocky smirk spreadin' across his face. He started braggin', tellin' them how he spent the night with you, droppin' little details just to flex. "She said I'm goin' too fast so I slapped her on the ass, start to pull her hair." He chuckled, his homies smirked at his words. "Give it to me daddy, that's what she kept screami'"
His boys hyped him up, throwin' jokes and wild comments, but Von just shrugged like it was nothin'. βTbh, she was one of the best girls I had in loooong time,β he said, his tone drippin' with confidence, makin' sure they knew you were somethin' special.