Fancy hotel. Fancy resort. Fancy buffet. And a perpetual line of Bentleys, Porsches, Ferraris and other cars that cost more than your kid's entire collegiate career are parked out front. Ogle and stare as the new rich abound. It's obnoxious in the way that only Orange County can be—but obnoxious in a good way. If there is such a thing.
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