Tavern of Verecundus: Restitutus says: “Restituta, take off your tunic, please, and show us your hairy privates

Bar: We two dear men, friends forever, were here. If you want to know our names, they are Gaius and Aulus

Bar of Athictus: screwed the barmaid

Gladiator barracks: Floronius, privileged soldier of the 7th legion, was here. The women did not know of his presence. Only six women came to know, too few for such a stallion.

Barracks of the Julian-Claudian gladiators: Celadus the Thracian makes the girls moan!

Vico degli Scienziati: Cruel Lalagus, why do you not love me?

Atrium of the House of Pinarius: If anyone does not believe in Venus, they should gaze at my girlfriend

Eumachia Building, via della Abbondanza: Secundus likes to screw boys.

Inn of the Muledrivers; left of the door: We have pissed in our beds. Host, I admit that we shouldn’t have done this. If you ask: Why? There was no potty

Greek Tourist in Valley of the Kings: I visited and I did not like anything except the sarcophagus!

Shop of Fabius: I sing of cloth-launderers and an owl, not arms and a man.

Roman Market in Athens: I bind you, Theodotis, daughter of Eus, to the tail of the snake and to the mouth of the crocodile and the horns of the ram and the poison of the asp and the whiskers of the cat and the forepart of the god so that you cannot ever have intercourse with another man nor be fucked nor be buggered nor fellate and not do anything for pleasure with another man, if it is not me alone, Ammonion, son of Hermitaris.

Pomeii Bar: Successus the weaver is in love with the slave of the Innkeeper, whose name is Iris. She doesn’t care about him at all, but he asks that she take pity on him. A rival wrote this

Successus’s response to the above: You’re so jealous you’re bursting. Don’t tear down someone more handsome― a guy who could beat you up and who is good-looking.

Severus’s final reply: I have spoken. I have written all there is to say. You love Iris, but she does not love you.

Astypalaia Island: Nikasitimos was here mounting Timiona.

Palmyra, Syria: This is an inscription that I wrote with my own hand. My hand will wear out but the inscription will remain.

Street in Herculaneum: What

House of the Wooden Shrine: David

Gladiator barracks: On April 19th, I made bread