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About San Jose

Bloody hell, these girls got guts! Workin’ corners, dodgin’ coppers—takes balls, I tell ya. Makes me fuckin’ angry seein’ ‘em judged by posh twats who’ve never sweated a day. I saw this one bird, right, in Soho ages back—red heels, fag hangin’ loose, eyes like she’d seen ghosts. Mate, she was a story, not just some slag. “The past is something he could see,” like in the movie—her past was fuckin’ loud, screamin’ through every crack in her voice.

Fire & Water

It's my word, you'se a whore, taste good, right? Turn around, get on all four (You pulling my hair) Shut the fuck up.

I love all these quirky corners, even the trash-lined alleys that have stories to tell. Yeah, I get a bit emo sometimes. My mind drifts, sayin’ “The desert of city life, full of hidden oases, always a soul to save.” Crazy, huh? Got a feelin’ like those wise words from Timbuktu floatin’ in the air.

Chris Stapleton Celebrates 10 Years of ‘Traveller’