Sydney smokes now, friends have revealed.
Putting two fingers to its mouth to indicate it was going outside for smoko, Sydney casually asked Melbourne if it wanted to go for a dart.
“I bet you don’t smoke as much as me. I’ve smoked for ages man,” Sydney said, casually leaning up against a wall, tilting its head back and blowing smoke into the air.
Sick of its reputation as a stuck-up, pristine harbour town, Sydney said it didn’t give a fuck anymore.
“I smoke 20-25 a day, so what? You got a problem with that? I’m getting a neck tattoo as well. Why is everyone so uptight?”