Scaffolders

These dudes are at the top of the tradesmans' ladder of toughness. They drive round like cowboys in filthy trucks, all clanking with poles and dangling with red rags, swearing and laughing and ignoring every road rule in the book. Their lean brown bodies are covered in tattoos, sort of Gollum after a few years in trade school, they hawk and spit and leap down from third floors. About one a year dies on the job. Their equivalent in Melbourne would have to be the junkies washing windows at the traffic lights... they have a similar hungry look.