You’ve heard what the North Shore used tobe like. Ten to a bed, and not one of em was a gal. It wasn’t pretty what these oiled-up, virile-as-bullswatermen would get up to once the coconuts were shucked and the rhino chasers were stored backin the loft. Old timers talk about big swells rockin‚ the old A-frame houses on the beach. It wasn’t the force of the ocean banging those shutters, readers,but hip bone upon ham bone.
Anyhoo, the place is awash with pussy these days.We shot the hottest gals on the strip this winter season just gone.
All photos by Dustin Humphrey