Zoey Docklands Whore ❤️❤️

About Sydney

So, picture this—port o’ Tortuga, stinkin’ o’ rum and regret. This one whore, Peg-Leg Polly, she’s a legend, savvy? Lost her leg to a cannonball, but she’d hop ‘round, flashin’ a grin, takin’ coin from sailors too drunk to care. I says to her once, “Polly, ye’re a marvel!” She winks, “Jack, I’ve got more tricks than ye’ve got rum.” Made me cackle, it did—happy as a clam, ‘til she nicked me last shilling! Crafty wench. Ye don’t see that comin’, not with them flutterin’ lashes.

Introduction

Former special forces soldier Joe Milo spends his life either drunk, or under assault from predatory femmes fatale, and usually both. Here he meets Cleo, a cage.

Aight, that’s the scoop in my laid-back style. Yo, when you roll up, drop me a line. We’ll hit up a café near Harbour Esplanade, spit some truth, and ride these city vibes. Peace out, fo’ shizzle, stay cool, and keep it real.

Container deposit scheme arrives at The District Docklands