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Constantly.
When I wake in the morning Im wondering “What would Marcus Aurelius do”. That’s how I decide my agenda for the day.
When I shower I think about Roman Baths and all the friends I’d have in ancient Rome. I think of the jokes I’d tell them and how hard they’d laugh. Just naked bros chillin in a bath house.
After getting up, I hop in my ♥♥♥♥♥♥ car to go to work. I pretend Im driving a chariot down the street. “Get out of my way you dirty unwashed Plebeian!!”
At work in my menial job I fantasize about being a Roman soldier and gutting Gauls. I hate Gauls.
At night, I go to a local bar to peep the hotties. I think how Marc Atony would bag em all. I’d be his wingman.
At night, before going to bed I grab tissue and some lotion. I think of Agrippina the Younger. Dirty girl. So naughty, I’d bet we go at it like rabbits