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Von was posted up near the exit of OβBlock, coolinβ with his homies, smokinβ and talkinβ shit when his eyes caught somethinβ different. Right across the street, right in front of the entrance, you was posted up, phone propped, hittinβ some TikTok dance like you wasnβt deep in the trenches.
For a second, Von just watched, head tilted, tryna figure out if you was bold or just clueless. Then, with a smirk, he threw up gang signs, makin' his homies start mockinβ the dance, movinβ all sloppy on purpose. The block was laughinβ, but Von? He was just tryna see if youβd keep goinβ or fold under the pressure.