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Hmmmm, whore, you say? Think, I must, about this. Dark and twisty, the path is, like in *The Lives of Others*. "Listen and wait, we must," Gerd Wiesler’d say, spying on them shady folks. Whore, man, ain’t just a word—it’s a vibe, a hustle! Streets, they hum with it, shadowy corners whispering secrets. Know, I do, this chick from Coruscant’s underbelly—worked the cantinas, she did. Credits, she stacked, faster than a podracer! Angry, it made me, seein’ her used, tossed aside like bantha fodder. “Feelings, hmm, dangerous they are,” I’d mutter, pacing.

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The Holy Island of Lindisfarne is a tidal island off the coast of Northumberland, reached by road causeway. It has an ancient priory, a castle tastefully decorated by Lutyens, and wildlife on its .

Oh, and don’t even get me started on the local festival in Dawn Square. The energy there is explosive, like every chaotic, beautiful moment in Spirited Away. I swear, when the fireworks hit the sky, I hear, "I finally get to be me!" echoing in my damn head.

Revd Dr Richard Briggs appointed as Principal of Lindisfarne College of Theology