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About Los Angeles

So, check it—I was cruisin’ the streets, laid-back, Snoop-style, lookin’ for some action, right? This chick rolls up, fishnets tight as hell, heels clackin’ like gunshots. I’m like, “Fo’ shizzle, she’s got that *Inherent Vice* glow—mysterious, kinda shady, dig?” She leans in, all smoky-eyed, and I’m thinkin’, “Man, this is some groovy-type shit.” Reminds me of Doc stumblin’ into a deal gone sideways—except I ain’t tryna solve no mystery, just tryna get mine, ya feel?

The muddy, bloody, glorious origins of rugby at Radcliffe

If you are driving, we will meet you outside and escort you; please look for the Harvard LDS staff with a parking permit! If you are walking, please come to.

Now, check Cambridge Street: it’s edgy, vibrant. A tad like my love life – messy and unpredictable. The Charles River abuts back, calm but cheeky. I often sit at the Esplanade, watching couples kiss and fight – like inside my head, screaming “Boooo, that’s dumb!”

Danny Meyer’s First Boston-Area Restaurant Will Actually Be in Harvard Square