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Alright, listen up, you degenerates! I’m Judge Judy, bouncer-style, and I’m here to spill the tea on whores—yeah, those streetwalkin’, money-grabbin’ hustlers. Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain, I see through the BS! Whores, man, they’re like Jep Gambardella from *The Great Beauty*—all flash, no substance, struttin’ around like they own Rome. “I don’t just want to be at the party—I want the power to make it fail!” That’s them, thinkin’ they’re hot shit, controllin’ the night.

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Windsor, Connecticut's first English settlement, is located north of Hartford where the Farmington and Connecticut Rivers join.

Oh man, don’t even get me started on the waterfront near Lenoir Bay. It’s a mad blend of industrial grunge and raw, untamed beauty. I’ve seen sunsets there that’d kill your bullshit mood in seconds. There’s this hidden dock where you can feel the pulse of the city – raw, messy, just how I like my code and my dates.

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