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Can you say, book deal?

Or, as my husband wondered...how long before she's posing in Playboy?

Our latest bit of pernicious pillow talk involved the recent identity-reveal of Eliot "I can't keep it in my pants" Spitzer's girl-for-hire. Ashley Alexandra Dupre, a 22-year-old aspiring musician according to her MySpace page and a scoop in the NY Times.

It seems that we are somehow expected to feel sorry for Ms. Dupre, who lamented that she had "slept little since the scandal erupted and was worried about paying the rent on her ninth-floor Manhattan apartment after her boyfriend recently left her." She said she didn't want everyone to think of her as a "monster."

Is this the point at which I'm supposed to brush away the tears?

I have a bit of unsolicited advice.

Put your panties back on, Ash. Find some roommates to help you pay the rent. Get a waitressing job like every other struggling artist out there. And why don't you, while you're at it, try to think about someone besides yourself.

But, girly, if it makes you feel any better, my husband had this to say when he saw your picture...

"Well, I'll say this for Eliot. He has good taste."

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