Say what you want about Eliot Spitzer's ethics, but at least have the decency to grant that he has exquisite taste in high-priced hookers. The absence of an Adam's apple certainly is not the only attribute that distinguishes Ashley Alexandra Dupre from others in her field. Spitzer could have done a lot worse for thousands of dollars an hour--just wait 'til his lawyers get through with him. Hearing Ashley Alexandra Dupre's music tempts me to advise her to keep her night job, but hanging out with the likes of Eliot Spitzer has a tendency to ruin one's reputation. With the audio more about the visual, Ashley's music, certainly, will be coming to a radio station too near you too soon. Did you catch Ms. Dupre's, or is it Ms. Youman's, or Ms. Kristin's MySpace bio? It runs about 400 words, but remarkably reverts to the first-person more than fifty times. "I am all about my music, and my music is all about me," it begins. To sum up the remaining 390 words, "I, me, mine." Five "me's," thirteen "my's," thirty "I's," and various indirect references to, who else, Ashley Alexandra Dupre. This has to be some kind of record, and should inspire psychoanalytic connections between narcissism and high-priced prostitution. Gimme. Gimme. Gimme. She apparently has something in common with her famous repeat customer. More obvious than the relationship between ego and greed are the connections between Ms. Dupre's background and her vocation. An abusive home, drugs, and homelessness are among the hard experiences that led her to the easy money. One could imagine Dr. Drew, just upon hearing her profession and nothing else, divining Ashley's sad biography. Elyssa Spitzer, just a few years Ashley's junior, never had to choose between the streets and the sheets, did she? Ashley's more infamous client is heir to a half-billion dollar fortune. He didn't run away from home as his favorite call girl did. His parents sent him to a tony private high school, then to Princeton, and then to Harvard Law. Pappy Bernard Spitzer was really the only donor Eliot needed for most of his political campaigns. And it is this juxtaposition between wealth and poverty--what wealthy people know impoverished people will do to get wealth and what impoverished people know wealthy people will do with their wealth--that makes this whole affair so tawdry. Where's the "crusader of the year" when we need him?
I think being with a prostitute would be one of the most unenjoyable experiences imaginable. The sheer embarrassment of the situation would surely keep me from concentrating on the lady.
Anyways, even if I was going to do it, shes not worth 4k an hour.
As Charlie Sheen once said (something close to): you don't pay them to stay and perform, you pay them to leave.
Still, $4 G's ? A lot of dough for the average Joe. But, consider, Spitzer isn't the average Joe and one man's $4,000 is another man's $200.
Hey, the rich REALLY do live better!
Everyone arguing about what's she's really "worth" speaks volumes on the great accomplishments of the Feminist movement in the 20th/21st Century. Congratulations ladies! You did it!
Personally, I have a lot of respect for prostitutes. They perform a valued service and at least you know what you're getting and what it will cost when you use one.
Spitzer,hey maybe he was looking for miss swallows, lol paid 4Gs for this chick. i bet she was giving it out free to some haitian crackhead for her drug fix.
Eliot Spitzer
Ashley Alexandra Swallows
Prostitutes are good. You get your moneys worth and they leave...no nagging...no complaining that your spending too much time with your buddies...no complaining that buying parts for and working on your car is dumb. Ahhh, to have lots of money.
This country is on the verge of electing an unqualified, socialist, ex-muslim, black separatist who is not that keen on America as President of the United States and you people are worried about some guy using a hooker??
