A Footslave's Retirement
























‘You work hard, slave! You scrub rock! All the time you work, or I hurt you with whip!’

When an elderly footslave becomes too old and decrepit to lickshine the public’s boots or shoes, he is consigned to the Gynarchy quarries for the rest of his miserable existence where he must constantly scrub rocks under pain of the whip!

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