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Perhaps I could bribe the cleaners of streets to take you from my shelf, to throw into the pits, to dispose of you as refuse, as flesh-garbage! Do you know what it costs to rent this space, even without an awning!" "No, Master," said more than one of the girls. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 16, Sentence #286)

"And neither do these others, either, know anything," he said. "Pot girls, kettle-and-mat girls, worthless she-urts, all of you! Some slaves are worth a Ubara's ransom. Others such as you I should pay unwary buyers to take off my hands. Perhaps I could bribe the cleaners of streets to take you from my shelf, to throw into the pits, to dispose of you as refuse, as flesh-garbage! Do you know what it costs to rent this space, even without an awning!" "No, Master," said more than one of the girls. "It is none of your business," he said. "But it is exorbitant. I am destitute! How can I feed you? I shall have to put you on leashes and take you to garbage bins! And where have you been?" A brawny fellow, in a short tunic, with leather on his wrists, had approached. - (Prize of Gor)