Last time we checked Ashley got herself mentioned in 6000 journals today, something to do with showing some tit and ass in exchange for being indoctrinated in the daily cultural lexicon as a saint. Not that she wasn’t indoctrinated before, she was- but let’s just say being called house wrecker, crack whore, ‘sell out,’ it wasn’t the most savvy indoctrination one could ask for. With Playboy’s validation Ashley has suddenly gone from being perpetrator to victim.
“Some people call me the girl who brought down the governor of New York, but in reality he brought me down,” she said. “I was an escort. As much as I wish I could make that go away, I can’t.”
Come again? Was Spitzer forcing you to get on the gravy train? Insisting that he would break her whore-dom to her new employer – Page 6, the Post (the Gutter to our readers) if she didn’t pull out that crack pipe and get on all fours?
With respect to her sex life;
In addition to an 8-page nude pictorial, Dupre gives an interview and says she’s now celibate.
“I love sex and I’m very good at it, but I’m saving that,” Dupre said. “That’s for my future boyfriend from now on. And it will be fabulous.”
This all might be true, but what Ashley isn’t letting on come Friday morning when her editorial comes out she will once again become America’s call girl for hire, as we all become her collective boyfriend. We suggest a big box of Kleenex, just in case things get a trifle, uhm, messy.