There's two things these girls do really well...rock's the other one.Picture the scene...a scruffy ragamuffin with jet black hair, dressed head to toe in leopard print is sitting on a park bench enjoying her usual tipple of Jack Daniels straight from the bottle and chatting with Bob and Mac, the tramps who usually inhabit the bench. A fag is dangling from her lips, chains are hanging from her belt and her JD is almost gone. The profane shouting of a blonde to her left catches her attention and she looks to see what the trouble is. The blonde is dressed in black and showing a lot of leg, her biker boots are muddy, her eyes are ringed with kohl and her long hair is backcombed to within an inch of its life...
The ragamuffin decides she likes the louts style and offers her a swig of her JD. They share a fag, appreciate the others taste in alcoholic beverages and music and find their unique sense of humour is common ground. Hours pass in what feels like minutes and before they realise it they've become firm friends, sworn allies, blood brothers. Lightning strikes, tectonic plates move and the gateway to the devils lair opens...the legend of Lola and Stella begins.At the same time in South London, Coco stops straddling the bronco she's attempting to win £50 riding. A strange feeling of anticipation washes over her. A beating in her heart begins and travels down her spine down to her toes as the realisation dawns that something amazing is about to happen... She catches sight of herself in the gilt edged mirror and smiles, smooths her silver sequinned dress over her raucous curves, and plants a red lipsticked kiss on a passing hottie.It's midnight at a bar in Havana, when Naomi Steel feels it. She glances up at the hot waiter lighting her cuban cigar and smiles seductively, as she crosses one long leg over the other.
"Some serious shit is about to go down my man..."Its not often four females of this calibre come together. In fact, it was feared that having them all in the same place at the same time would cause a meltdown in global communications. People cower in their great presence, fear and revere them, and love them against their will...But its too late, they met, they drank and they made beautiful music. The world will never be the same again./
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