Scanner : Ashley Dupre

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Brian Fairbanks — Fri, 13 Mar 2009 13:08:00 GMT

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This mama monkey in Thailand shows her incredibly cute lil' monkey offspring how to floss with human hair. And they say evolution is a myth.

Howard K. Stern and Anna Nicole Smith's doctor were charged with being complete assholes to her, basically helping her die young.

A great many teens appear to blame Rihanna for Chris Brown going medieval on her. Where does this kind of thinking come from? The parents?

Ashley Alexandra Dupree is getting spiritual advice from... Russell Simmons? Not that we're against it, but we're hoping he's advising her to abandon her singing career.

It seems John Mayer and Jennifer Aniston have broken up again. Moving along...

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Ashley Dupré: Whoring and Boring on 20/20

Nicole Pasulka — Mon, 24 Nov 2008 17:06:00 GMT

Oh Ashley Dupré, you looked so pretty in that white bikini. You seemed so confident and self-possessed and interesting—well, your stomach seemed interesting, at least. Because of this “interest” in you and your story, our hopes were understandably high when we heard you’d be giving an interview to Diane Sawyer on 20/20. We got excited just imagining all the wonderful information you would relate—intimate details about Eliot Spitzer’s sock-wearing habits, advice on where to buy a white bikini, gossip about the sock-wearing habits of other high-profile politicians, etc.

It’s with these possibly inflated expectations that we sat down to watch Ashley Dupré--a.k.a. Kristen—the $2,000/hr “escort” tell her side of the story last Friday night.

While we realized that we weren’t gonna get a $2,000/hr visit from Kristen, was it too much to ask for a little backbone or some spunk? Ashley, buddy, where is your spirit? You’re on TV. You used to have sex for money and now you don’t and probably between the book deal, the solo album, and the endorsement possibilities you’re gonna be just fine—so give us a little more to work with then “I’m only 22 years old,” “I really love my dog” and “I’m sorry Silda.”

Link to the Dupré with the Sawyer here.

All in all the event was sort of lame and uncomfortable with Diane demanding lots of gory details and Ashley demurring and saying things like, “I’ve been advised not to discuss that matter.” Diane was really disappointed either because Ashley’s gone and thrown what could have been a perfectly good life as an administrative assistant down the drain by doing sex for money or because the interview was so dull. Frankly, it was hard not to be brought down by the whole affair.

But, the night was not a complete wash because where 20/20 fears to tread, Nightline owns property. And boy, did they manage to turn prostitution into the night’s theme. Brilliant investigative journalists that they are, Nightline learned that in these hard economic times, applications to the Nevada’s legal brothel the Mustang Ranch have skyrocketed. When the mall isn’t hiring, it’s time to check with the Madam.

Link to all the fun and games at the Mustang Ranch here.

The juxtaposition of Diane Sawyer’s stern, moralizing look at Ashley Dupré, and the gleeful depiction of an unwitting young woman’s foray into legalized prostitution—complete with an unnecessary discussion of what toiletries she’ll need and how to disinfect the dude's body—totally made staying in Friday night and watching ABC worth it. By the time Neal Karlinsky assured us that these enterprising young women we're “going to be just fine” during this recession we might as well have been on our fourth martini...at least that's how nauseous we felt.

More Sex in Politics, Please

Brian Fairbanks — Mon, 17 Mar 2008 18:56:00 GMT

We'd forgotten what wicked entertainment a good political sex scandal is (remember the 90's: Gingrich, Packwood, Bob Dole and his Viagra boners, and... there was one more... what are we missing?) In light of that one last week with that prostitute-turned-two-hit-wonder, we're feeling the cold sweats, the itchy neck, the delerium tremens of a renewed addiction to political porkings. The details are vague, but that's okay, because there are more in the works already to whet your proverbial palettes.

Former NJ Governor and self-outing homosexual James McGreevey and his wife are about to go through the most painful divorce in the TMI age. An ex-aide to the then-Gov. has spoken publicly about his threesomes with the Gov. and his wife, although he says there appeared to be few signs that he was there were for, um, the gentleman's amusement. The couple allegedly called these trysts, one of which began at a local TGI Friday's (that place just got a bump in credibility), "Friday Night Specials."

This has gotta hurt Dina's case a bit-- after all, her grounds for divorce are based on the idea that she couldna wouldna shouldna known.

In other news:

Perhaps to prevent drunken groping on St. Patrick's Day, Virgina is banning nipples.

And no, we're not done with Ashley Alexandra Dupree yet. The girl is the page count gift that keeps on giving for newyorkpost.com: Ashley was previously engaged to an upstanding limo company owner, now exiled to Florida, who can't believe she's gone so far off the deep end as to bang Eliot Spitzer following their breakup. (Man, that's gotta make him feel attractive. We found his phone number, if you want to call him and wish him better luck with his next fiancee.)

Ashley Alexandra Dupre To Get Naked?

Brian Fairbanks — Fri, 14 Mar 2008 18:00:00 GMT

As if teasing the publishers of Penthouse and Playboy, Ashley Alexandra Dupre, the most famous hooker of the week, is butt-naked on the cover of today's New York Post. The "aspiring singer," a charge as yet unproved, had five million hits on her MySpace page yesterday, prompting some dumbass who doesn't want to make any money to take it down.

The whirlwind of publicity that made Ash an overnight star may, however, have unintended consequences... such as subjecting us to a music video (see below.)

Radar and the Huffington Post speculate on whether "Kristen" will hit the of your favorite bodega nudie mag ASAP:

Penthouse publisher Diane Silberstein tells Radar that she'd be "very, very interested" in talking to anyone who had naked pics of Dupré, particularly if said pics were taken recently and of good quality. "We've already discussed some options--obviously, we'd be thrilled if we could land an exclusive," Silberstein says....When asked for a ballpark dollar amount the magazine would be willing to shell out, Silberstein said that any negotiation between the magazine and Dupré would be kept confidential.

A representative of Playboy told the Huffington Post, "We are not commenting on the Spitzer girl or what her photos would be worth at this time," though a source at the magazine reportedly told Radar that she could fetch somewhere in the "high six figures" for posing in the magazine.

As for those godawful songs, we're thinking that they could actually help make her the new Paris Hilton. The media is desperate for new angles and stories of girls gone wild, and with Paris seemingly toning it down a little, Ash could easily step up to the proverbial plate.

Now, for the video: Scanner Brian is pretty sure he saw this being filmed a while back and he laughs at its amateurish production even now.

Client 9's Date Revealed... And She's Worth The $4,300

Brian Fairbanks — Thu, 13 Mar 2008 14:30:00 GMT

Ashley Alexandra Dupre, as already revealed this morning by Scanner Bryan, is an aspiring singer or something. Whatever. We just wanted to know whether she was worth the 4 g's, yo... and we found the answer in the pictures on her MySpace page.

Here's the full photo from St. Tropez:

You can see Ashley's MySpace profile here... and please don't leave offensive comments on her page or start your own Ashley Alexandra Dupre profiles (you can see those travesties by doing a Search in MySpace for her).

Sloppy Spitzer Seconds, Part Two: Where We Are Pleasantly Surprised

Bryan Christian — Thu, 13 Mar 2008 13:00:00 GMT

We're back, and since we got all the sleazy stuff out of the way earlier this morning, we're looking at whether the media's doing any better treating the Spitzer Scandal like we're all adults. And we gotta say: if this were the SAT's, we'd say they scored in, like, the 85th percentile. Let's have a look.

-- On New York's Daily Intelligencer, it is noted that prostitution, like real estate, is an industry that has seen a fair amount of inflation in the last few years -- and everyone knowing what Eliot Spitzer was paying might make it worse. Here also find the Wall Street Journal article which inspired the DI post, albeit longer-ly and with less wacky Photoshopping.

-- By the way, in case you weren't aware, the New York Post says over a ten-year period, it was somewhere around $80 GRAND the guy spent on hookers. Remember: Eliot Spitzer actually comes from money, so that $80 Grand probably seems like even less money to him than it might to you or us, assuming you are as broke as us.

-- Slate Magazine totally surprises us by dropping a couple of short missives on whether Spitzer might shoulda paid more for his lady company, and how he could have arranged his payments, to avoid being caught. Slate, who knew you were so naughty!

-- And Slate's XX Factor blog also goes into overdrive on the topic, asking whether cheating is better or worse with a prostitute (for the spouse, of course), what a prostitute might consider "not safe," how hard it would have been for him to have just gotten a little on the side, and whether Spitzer got into politics for the chicks in the first place. (Again, we remind you: dude was born rich, so it ain't out of left field to wonder.)

-- Finally, over on Salon, Glenn Greenwald bums us out as he generally does, this time with all the contradictions brought up by l'affaire Spitzer.

* People who work at an unpleasant job in order to support themselves, rather than because they enjoy it, are the functional equivalent of brutalized, exploited slaves and therefore should be barred by others from choosing that job -- when the job in question is prostitution, but not when it's factory work or fast food cashier or large corporate law firm associate or massage therapist or porn actor.

Ah dude, don't ruin porn for us too!

Sloppy Spitzer Seconds, Part One: Where We Are Titillated and Amused

Bryan Christian — Thu, 13 Mar 2008 12:05:00 GMT

What a difference a day makes. Here we were yesterday, bemoaning the lack of serious discussion of prostitution in the media following the Spitzer Shocker™, and what do we find today but a few really interesting and thoughtful attempts to explore the state of prostitution in this country! Not that we're gonna cover those just yet. We gotta get all the goofy and sleazy stuff out of the way first. Like for example, the quest to uncover "Kristen" -- who it turns out is actually named Ashley and is kind of cute (see above) -- and her madam. Shall we begin?

-- Let's cut right to cherchez-ing la femme. The prostitute named in all those indictments as "Kristen" is really named Ashley Dupré and she's apparently having a really hard time with this so please no one bug her. The first definitive picture that we saw of her was the above screengrab on PageSix.com, and within a few hours the New York Times had an interview and pics from her MySpace page. She's a 22-year-old who, according to the Times, just want through a breakup, spent time in an abusive home, looks up to her brother, and is trying to get a music career going and hooking on the side. Oh, and sometimes she gets sleepy.

Ah look at her. Seriously, guys, if even part of her story is true, we are totally crushing on her, so if we hear of you being even the slightest bit mean to her, we will personally jump out of your computer screen and strangle you with your mouse cord.

-- Meanwhile, New York's Daily Intelligencer tips us off to the fact that Kristen/Ashley's madam, Tameka Lewis, a.k.a. "Rachelle," lives just a few blocks from us in Clinton Hill but has yet to turn up -- despite being staked out by the MSM. Rachelle, if you're reading this: we've got a Wii and Tofutti Cuties if you need a place to crash.

-- The New York Post totally ripped off NYC blog Gothamist by publishing -- without credit -- a Photoshopped gag image submitted to the site's "We Can Haz Spitzer Photoshop?" contest. Our favorite was the other Spitzerpimp, actually, which was a little less cut-and-pasty.

-- Oh, and best headline we've seen thus far on the story comes from Fark, posted some time yesterday morning: Spitzer will pull out within the hour, or around $4900 from now.

See ya in a bit with a more grown-up exploration, promise!