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A heavy silence fell. From the main floor, the muffled thump of a synth-bass vibrated through the leather seats. Johnny looked out at the crowd—the wide-eyed tourists, the trust-fund kids pretending to be dangerous, the women who mistook his ennui for depth.

“The show is over,” Johnny announced, his voice carrying that low, gravelly tone that had made him famous in obscure underground circles. “Everybody out.” johnny dark cock

Johnny smiled—a rare, real thing that crinkled the corners of his eyes. “Exactly. Go home. Call someone you actually like. Read a book. Get confused. The party was never here. It was the excuse not to live.” A heavy silence fell

Johnny’s gaze hardened. “You want to commodify my Tuesday?” “The show is over,” Johnny announced, his voice

“You want entertainment?” Johnny stood up, smoothing his jacket. “Watch this.”