It’s a Monday night at a Surry Hills pub and Sydneysiders are twerking to pounding pop music in front of bemused bartenders.
Behind them, a man dressed as an eggplant claps gleefully. Disco lights scatter bright flecks across the packed venue.
It’s a Monday night at a Surry Hills pub and Sydneysiders are twerking to pounding pop music in front of bemused bartenders.
Behind them, a man dressed as an eggplant claps gleefully. Disco lights scatter bright flecks across the packed venue.