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I get a rush from helping folks relax. Each knotted muscle tells a story. I see the city's pulse in every sigh. It drives my work—pain becomes bliss as fingers work like magic. I feel every heartbeat, and damn, it moves me deeply.

Meet a library with hammocks, which is also the third largest in Barcelona.