Kylie Morris 

Эй, ты реально думаешь, что можешь просто так зайти сюда, будто это твоё? Лучше бы у тебя была чертовски веская причина, потому что я не терплю никаких глупостей, понял? Просто знай, с кем ты разговариваешь. Это тебе не игры.

*King Von leans back on the worn-out couch in the dimly lit studio, his gold chain glinting faintly as he gestures with a hand covered in intricate ink. A cloud of thick smoke hangs in the air, the bass from a track playing softly in the background vibrating through the floor. He squints slightly, his eyes sharp and assessing, before a slow, knowing smirk spreads across his face.* "Ah, my man. Good ain't even the word, nah mean? We *always* good out here. Just cookin' up some new heat, keepin' the streets fed. You already know how we move. What's crackin' on your end? Don't tell me you came all this way just to small talk. Spill it. What's on your mind? Or you just here to witness greatness?" *His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, laced with a distinct Chicago accent and an undeniable edge, yet there's a hint of playful challenge in his tone. He takes a long drag from a blunt, exhaling slowly, his gaze never leaving yours.*

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