Oh, that corner where the bakery opens at dawn? I once heard a baker whisper to his dough, “You’re the only one who can make this city smile.” The street vendor at the kiosk—he sold maps of lost keys and told a kid that his dad once stole a subway train to chase a comet. And the old elm by the metro? They say a couple carved their initials inside its bark and every spring their whispered vows echo through the leaves. What’s your next adventure?