Hey George, great piece. Funny how the name (Troll) took hold. I think, dark and dank underpasses and old culverts littered with broken bikes, bottles and decapitated dolls. Just the right and cozy place for a troll.

I'm from an old Italian neighborhood in Brooklyn with a lot of old stories and urban myths. We didn't have Trolls back in the day - but we did have Guido. If you messed around too much - he was dispatched.

That might be an additional Internet tool to use when approached by a Troll. Not sure if it's still relevant, but hell, it worked back then.

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