Lola was a pretty blonde runaway from Arkansas, raised
by a pair of drug addled born again Christians fond of slapping the sin out of
her. She figured it was time to get gone and while her folks were at church one
holy night she tossed some things in a Foodtown bag and hitched a ride in the
cab of a semi with a man named Portis, headed for Paris, Texas. She had a
pocket full of money stolen from her Daddy’s drug stash and dreamed about
Hollywood.
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