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…I wouldn’t have thrown away my whole life (family, career, reputation, etc.) to sleep with Ashley Dupre. The New York Times has her story, and it’s a remarkably banal one about a working class Jersey girl who wants to be a singer. The only difference is that this girl starting working for the Emperor’s Club, calling herself Kristen.

It is all a little confusing, because from everything I have read over the last few days, supposedly one of the major differences between a $450 hooker and a $4,500 courtesan is that the latter offers especially charming wit and intellectually stimulating conversation. At either price point, both should have a pretty face. Ms. Dupre seems no different than half the girls on MySpace, and no more beautiful than a lot of girls I see every day at school. For the same investment, I think any man could legitimately court a young woman of comparable hotness and achieve a satisfactory result. Here’s how that might play out:

1. Get yourself a few nice outfits ($400)
2. Meet an attractive girl in any public place ($0)
3. Take said girl on several romantic dates ($600)
4. Fly to Paris for a weekend at the George V ($3,480)

That still leaves you with $20 for a pregnancy test.

Filed under: Current Events, Musings, Travel on March 13th, 2008