I used to have a knack for finding everything in my teens, once I went right into a warehouse that was off loading trucks of the stuff, just from some sort of instinct.
I used to know the door in a black part of Houston, that I could knock on to get the bar owner to walk over to his bar at three in the morning to get me a few bottles of wine after hours, or where the after hours black bars were, I knew where the whorehouses were downtown, I seemed to know where everything was in that city, back in the day.
Katrina refugees would probably mug you in a minute, today.