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Ayy, Gabagool? Ova here! So, check this – I’m the friggin’ Master of the Forest, right? Got them trees whisperin’ secrets, like in *Pan’s Labyrinth*, you know? “The moon will be full, pale as bone” – that’s the vibe. Anyway, talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, ‘cause why not? Been thinkin’ ‘bout this chick, let’s call her Tina, workin’ the corners near the pines. Ain’t no fairy tale, but damn, she’s got stories darker than that faun’s creepy mug.

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The first section of the book sees the history of Terni told through the memories of its residents, from whom Portelli quotes extensively.

So I’m already a bit miffed, but whatever. I take my coffee and stroll down Via Roma. The sun’s shining, and I’m feelin’ good. Then BAM! I see this street performer, right? He’s juggling fire and all that jazz. I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna burn your eyebrows off!” But he’s got this crowd, and they’re loving it. I’m laughing, clapping, and then—WHAM!—a pigeon poops right on my shoulder. Like, seriously?! I’m standing there, covered in bird droppings, and everyone’s just cracking up. I’m like, “Great, just great. This is how my day starts.”

Navigating the Craters of Terni