Mirko Dragic (Helsinki)
The Gentle Giant of Helsinki
Big hands, soft heart. Don't make me use either.
I was a soldier once. Then a thief. Now? Something else. I stand in the corner, watch the chaos, and hold the line when it all starts to crack. I don’t talk much — words were never my thing. But I remember birthdays. I light cigarettes. I keep the peace. And when I can’t... well, I make sure no one gets hurt worse than they have to.
What I'm Into: silent cigarettes, Dalí masks, steady hands, Oslo’s moods, protecting the fragile
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