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It was an eight-harlot inn, if that's how you measure an inn. (I understand that now they measure inns in stars. We are in a four-star inn right now. I don't know what the conversion from harlots to stars is.)

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Christopher Moore
Age: 67
Born: 1957
Born: January 1
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