The vLP is a refuge for poor souls, a place where the forlorn and the sad go to hide their tears. A place where doggy style sex means drooling and begging and not much else. To invoke a religious metaphor, it is limbo, neither heaven, nor hell, but a place that gets warmer, stickier and more uncomfortable with each passing day. To invoke a literary reference, it is Narnia, a parallel universe that affords some escape from the trauma of the real world, minus the talking animals and the wardrobe requirements. The citizenship vacillates in quantity, as most visitors try to loiter as briefly as possible.
Immigration laws are quite lax, and refugees of love are always welcome.
The transitional nature of the planet's population is similar to the revolving door policy of US penal institutions. While the vLP is more a state of mind than an actual physical location, for those who are single and alone, it feels very real indeed. There are lonely continents, lonely islands and lonely fjords. There are lonely hemispheres and lonely villas. There is a Lonely North Dakota and a Lonely South Dakota.