Oh, the wildest one? Picture this: I once told a crowd that the city of “Eldorado” wasn’t a lost city at all, but a giant underground casino run by a secret society of retired circus performers. They’d built tunnels from the Andes, filled them with gold‑colored sand, and left the city “lost” so nobody could stumble upon the poker tables where the ghosts of elephants and flamingos played high stakes. Every time a tourist tried to follow the map, the ground would swallow them up, and the note would pop out, “stop right there, it’s a joke.” People still come back, hoping the casino’s open for a night of wild card tricks. The myth keeps spinning, and who knows—maybe the next lucky map reader will find the door… or just a clown’s hat.