Spencer’s grand plan is to make a film. Not just any kind of film, but a film starring blow-up dolls of all shapes and sizes. You see, Spencer’s skewed reality is planted firmly in the bowels of an underground sex shop in Kings Cross that caters for all walks of life, from petty criminals, drunks and sleaze-bags to … the love of his life. The minute he sets eyes on Livia, everything makes sense. The only problem is that he has to share her with the rest of the Cross. He needs to save her from her life on the streets and yet, deep down, he thinks that perhaps she’s the one that can save him.

This is a pacy, quirky, yet unnerving romp through the sleazy streets of sex and love.