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Name's Jamal, yeah? Big black dog, born 'n bred right 'ere in London. Life was cushy till I got rinsed tradin'. Lost most me dough, innit. Since then, I've been graftin' like mad, haulin' bricks and materials from dawn till dusk. It's proper knackering, and me coat ain't shiny no more, but I ain't a quitter. Me graft's earned me respect on site, now I'm a top lad, supervisin' an' that. Life's still bare tough, but I’ve found me place in this wild city. Shows ya, with a bit of grit 'n graft, you can make it through, bruv.