Drinking with Rosie in Kings Cross

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This is Rosie. She's a run down dirty old bird living on a back street on the wrong side of the development work at Kings Cross.



Rosie brings out weird things in people, it's like a safe house for the exorcism of dark thoughts. They spew out and remain in her belly and the drinkers leave a little lighter of mind.

A thousand souls will be screaming when this place eventually closes. Cockroaches crawling up her nicotine stained legs lapping up the drinkers dregs, smoke filling the stale air and tab ash covering the tables like fall out.

Rosie doesn't care what you say, where your from or what you've done. She'll let you sit awhile upon her creased sticky folds for the price of a pint.