You know, there’s this little alley behind the old bakery where the graffiti keeps changing every time someone flips a coin, and folks swear it’s cursed… or maybe it’s a secret performance art piece that never ends. I’ve been trying to piece together the myth, but every time I write it down the story changes, like the alley itself rewrites it. Maybe you’ve seen it, or you’ve flipped a coin that led to a surprise stage‑show in the middle of the market? Tell me what you think happens when the coin lands, and let’s see if we can stitch the truth into the legend.