In the secluded nooks of Old Town's Maymunatz, mischievous city center youths gather, shielded by the shadows of four looming buildings. Candy wrappers crunch underfoot, but a more sinister allure dominates: the "kling" of glue cans opening. As they inhale, a numbing noise fills their minds, drowning out reality. Amidst the haze, bonds form, grounded in shared escapism and the cacophony of rebellion.