In the Anbar

With the two principal parts of the play cast, I have decided to divide myself between districts again, allowing the doors to the domicile in the Anbar to be open. Profit, while showing an increase in the accounts of a few girls, has leveled with the remainder. With regular patronage during the day and no bar to their ability to earn (I do not allow them to solicit on Aulus Street or within the vicinity of the Theater of Pentilicus Tallux), I expect an increase in revenues. Too, it is now the month of Hesius, the fifth day. The twenty-second day of this month marks the second full year that Szol of the Poets, now Magistrate of the People, Playwright, and Whoremonger, became the proprietor of the Boarding House. It is only fitting that the red doors be open, welcoming citizens and visitors alike to the pleasures three copper coins per ahn (four for the blonde) can purchase. Perhaps there will be an event to mark the occasion. For now, I must put down the pen and smack a few whores across the ass that they may begin their day. On most days, these girls needs no greater impetus to earning than the sting of an open palm. And the fellows who patronize them need no greater endorsement to spend than the sight of a slapped ass, coupled with their eager smiles.