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Turn On ‘Secret Diary Of A Call Girl’

Everyone loves them, but sometimes its easy to forget: hookers are people too. Delving a deeper than the typical Pretty Woman clichés, Showtime is giving a much-needed inside look at the life and thoughts of a prostitute in their new series Secret Diary Of A Call Girl, which debuts tonight after Weeds.

The show stars pop singer/actress Billie Piper as Belle, a call girl who loves her job, even while keeping it a secret from her family. Through her unabashedly honest voice-over, she cues the audience in on every detail about how her operation works, and how she feels about each client. The show is actually an import from the UK, where it was originally based on the blogs of a real-life call girl. If they ever decide to make an entirely new American version, Ashley Dupré might finally have her breakout role. Watch the trailer below.

Get Past Ashley Alexandra Dupre’s Past

Lets be honest, if we didn’t know Ashley Alexandra Dupre’s backstory as a whore, she’d definitely catch it. [Drunken Stepfather]

Curtis is talking extra greasy about putting a price on Fat Joe’s head. [Nah Right]

The Reebok Sir Jam, is like the Reverse Jam, with some tweaking. [Nice Kicks]

Consider this the most embarrassing rescue ever. [Asylum]

This is the dopest waterslide we’ve ever seen. [Double Viking]

Georgi Vodka Offers Six Figures for Spitzer’s Hooker’s Butt

The madness that is Ashley Dupre aka former Gov. Eliot Spitzer’s seven-diamond ho continues. Georgi, the vodka brand that caught the attention of many a New Yorker a few years ago—even getting censored—when it began plastering the rear ends of models on the backs of the city’s buses, is offering the esteemed escort “a low six-figure amount” to be their “butt girl,” making them the first official brand in the running to market the fun loving prostitute. The annual “butt girl” award bestows the proud winner with the distinguishable opportunity of showing their ass off in advertisements on roving city vehicles. The vodka maker is even considering a brand called No. 9, an ode to Spitzer’s hooker designation number. Ignore the naysayers, you stay classy Georgi!

[AdAge]

Paul McCartney’s Sex Bill Way Bigger Than Eliot Spitzer’s

While everyone’s jaw dropped last week when news circulated of Eliot Spitzer’s $1000 an hour romp with American whore Ashley Dupree, not to mention his past decade of hooker love totaling around $80k, many people were shocked at how expensive sex had become. But then today we heard that Heather Mills is set to receive a divorce settlement from Paul McCartney to the tune of $49 million—a chick he’s only been banging for like four years—and we quickly realized how small time Ashley Dupre really was. We don’t care how many book deals, Playboy offers, “What We Want” downloads, or any other lucrative prospects are on the table, there’s no way she’s banking like Heather, unless she figures out how to court Michael Jordan without a pre-nup—he still wears the crown with his divorce costing him an estimated record breaking $150 million bucks.

Get A Piece From Spitzer’s Hooker For Under A Dollar

No, her rates haven’t dropped, we’re talking about Ashley Alexandra Dupre’s music (aka Nina Venetta). The melodic harlot responsible for overcharging the governor of New York for sex services, can be found on Amie Street, or what we like to refer to as the “ghetto iTunes,” where users determine the price of the music. She’s got two .98 tracks for sale: “What We Want” and “Move Ya Body.” Yesterday there was only one track and it was just .34 making the price of fame around 64 cents. Not so shockingly, she’s no longer using her MySpace to promote her multi-faceted talents, but we’re pretty sure you guys don’t give a shit about that, it’s the “definitive gallery” you really want.

Eliot Spitzer Could Have Learned A lot From Drug Dealers

Although it’s true that it was his bank and later the IRS that first raised the red flags that initiated the FBI investigation of hooker-loving ex-Governor Eliot Spitzer, all the text messages and phone calls certainly didn’t help his case any. Considering he was the Attorney General of New York and busted up a few hooker and drug rings in his day—giving him intimate knowledge of evidence gathering and building a case—makes him even stupider for getting busted with any cell phone records whatsoever (read some of the texts here). Client-9 should have applied some covert common sense and bought himself a bunch of pre-paid throwaways like most responsible drug retailers do, shit even an episode in season three of The Wire covered disposable phones. Plus he could have went a step further and only texted, further reducing any identifying trace, since his voice wouldn’t have been captured like a fingerprint. Every major carrier offers pre-paids, so we took a look at some of the sleek ones—with dude spending $4300 an hour on prosties as hot as this, there’s no reason for him to get a chump phone—that could have helped keep Spitzer’s hot dog out of boiling water.