Thus far, nor reports of the indigent organo-sleuths finding the loot.  Maybe the clues ARE some kind of reverse-psychological, rope-a-dope way to play the masses.

All I know is this. I’m stuck at work, and can’t flesh out my own theories, such as they are.  I wouldn’t call the “naked revelation of the location via poetic verse” a theory.  Trust me, if you know the area, that clue would be like holding a scavenger hunt in Japan, and then using “Town that got cooked up right” as a clue.

Anyway.  If I’m wrong, a prolonged,  implied Kabuki theater death will take place before you, as I eat MAJOR crow.

But not yet.