Children of the City of Consent

He looked up and saw something interesting. encountered something. There was a text hanging above the door:

“Own your hand, your tongue, your waist.”

He had never encountered anything like this before. ...
A little ahead, where the houses were, he saw children playing on the street. Pious approached the children:
“Good day, children! Can I ask you something?”
“Of course uncle, how can we help you?” said one of the children.
He sat on the grass next to the children. The children offered Sofu water and started chatting.
“Children, where is this place, where am I, what is the name of this cute city?” asked Sofu.
“The name of this city is the City of Consent.” replied Hüseyin.
“What does it mean?”

“Means peace and consent. We do not do any work without consent. No one acts on his own without the permission of society. Everyone treats each other fairly, Uncle Sofu, whatever we plant and produce belongs to everyone. We have no differences or differences. Everyone consumes according to their needs. No one is superior to anyone else. There is no rich or poor.”