This will blow some people’s minds on here: some people actually derive pleasure from work. I actually like working. I like researching, building and producing stuff. I would rather work than spend my time doing some stupid hobby. My only requirement is that I need to believe in what I am doing. I won’t work just for money or out of necessity and I won’t work just to make some rich asshole, richer. I also won’t work out of some competitive drive like some people do. I don’t even work for myself. I don’t care about material riches. I only work so that I can later marvel at my creations. But, I still like working.
That’s called a community centre and used to be pretty common. Growing up we had multiple that were run by the local Catholic organizations, and I think there were also some that were run by the youth branch of the various political parties.
But a key component of such a place being success is having a certain kind of open culture. There’s countries where if you throw 10 strangers in a room and return an hour later, you’ll find 10 strangers on their phone, having not uttered a single word to each other.