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.