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Once knew this lass, right? Called ‘erself Ruby – fake name, obvs. Worked down by the docks, smelled o’ fish an’ regret. She’d laugh, loud an’ rough, like she owned the night. Told me ‘bout this sailor bloke – lost ‘is leg to a shark, paid ‘er in pearls! True story, swear it! We was gobsmacked – pearls for a tumble? Wild, mate. “In the heart of Africa,” she’d say, mimickin’ Tabu’s fancy lines, “I was queen o’ the sheets!” Cracked me up, she did.

LJ Hooker Willoughby | Artarmon

It looks like Artarmon is the North Shore's epicentre for massage shops and brothels, with wall-to-wall places. I've lost count of the varying qualities and services, as well as how clean the joints .

Man, the streets are close-knit and real lively. Like those narrow lanes near Herring Rd. where you can see local legends hanging out and gossiping. The vibe's always pure and free—even if my head spins like a cartoon sometimes. I recally had a mad day when kitties took over my fave café on Artarmon Rd. (oops, sorry, typo!) It was a furry fiesta.

Acre Artarmon Is the Lower North Shore's Sprawling New Restaurant, Bakery and Urban Farm