For years the Sydney underground institution aptly named Manacle was the destination for all twisted, slightly deranged and most definitely chemically-affected creatures of the night who could not/would not sleep and wanted to party in a serious way whether daytime or midnight.
Each early morning, say 9am, punters who had been partying the night before, and could not/would not go home, would rock up to the hole-in-the-wall in a tiny, cramped Darlinghurst alleyway, and be greeted by the Bouncer, whos job it was to assess their stability and ability to stand upright for the next 5 or so hours of deep dark dungeon partying.
The Bouncer was a leather biker chick hard as nails but with a heart of soft marshmallow, clothed in leather biker studs and with a sharp tongue and clear mind, who could rapidly assess the punter, and give them the hall-pass to party…or send them on their merry way.
Here she is giving this Punter the heave-ho at the doorway of Manacle/Fire Exit, 11AM on a crisp Sydney Spring day in September 2006.
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