My mother always had fine jewelry since I was a child and most of the time if she is at home with nothing to do she will craft things like bracelets, necklaces, and rings. She sometimes goes into the markets to sell them for extra money, but the pieces that she makes and likes she always keeps. I have never been a big fan of jewelry because I never saw it as being masculine, but my mother keeps selling rings to more and more men. I never really thought beauty and manhood could go together, but times are changing in the city and I see more strong men focusing on beauty. I have friends who don't considered themselves strong men, but rather as receivers, and even they have been noticing that strongmen have been focusing more on what they wear and how they look. Even my father and his employees are dying to find some nice rings, but the ones that my mother makes are too small for the men. So, I thought to myself, if I am getting all of these nice stone and marble materials for my father, I could easily use the same materials and make song good looking rings for the men. I wanted the rings to be sturdy and luxurious, so I was going to be constructing them of iron and marble. Metallurgy had been becoming increasingly popular as people from around our region started noticing the value in fine metals and the efficiency of these metals. The only issue with getting iron was that the process started from a liquid state and took about a week for the iron to look polished. This in turn made it a very expensive material at the time, but I was planning on selling my rings to upper class men anyways. I ordered 3 bags of iron and 2 bags of marble, both weighing about 50 pounds together. I figured that my iron rings would sell quickly as people in my region were obsessed with it at this time and rings had become increasingly popular in a matter of months. I spent a few days with my mother going over how to breakdown the iron precisely without ruining it and learning to shape out the marbles. Within a week I had sold 20 rings all to my fathers employees and they loved them. They were such a big hit that some men bought a few and put them all on as they walked away. Here I was as a young strong man in Rome selling beauty accessories to my father and his burly friends, it is safe to say I found a new hobby.
My father had been spending weekends in the bayside ritzy area of Rome. This, he said, was where all the stereotypes of high class people dwelled. While my father himself came from a long privilege government background, he has always put forth his hardworking attitude which overshadows his social class. He hates it when people flaunt there wealth over there, but he surely doesn't mind doing work for them and taking their wealth. My father had been building a beautiful bayside home and next weekend he said it would be finally finished. He wanted me to come over and help him deliver materials and wrap up the final touches. What is great about making deliveries for my father is he gives me all the money to go get the materials. Today I gathered beautiful marbles to finish the flooring and my father basically gave me a year allowance which I had to exchange for thousands of precious looking marbles. This house was going to be beautiful when it was finished and even when I arrived it ...

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