Can’t Buy Me Love
“That must come with a ball tickler.” That’s what my older brother used to quip when confronted with an inordinately expensive commodity. In the case of Deborah Jeane Palfrey’s $300-an-hour escorts, the answer to that question seems likely to have been, yes, if that’s what turned you on. On Thursday, a judge ruled the “D.C. Madam” could not pass on to reporters any more phone records that might identify the men who contracted the services of her workers.
But what’s more interesting than the names of the big spenders are the women who worked for Palfrey, the $300-an-hour club. I’ve never paid for sex (only because I didn’t know where to find it when I was 15), but in the marketplace, I assume $300 gets you the Ferrari, or at least the Corvette. But the questions remain: What does a $300-an-hour prostitute look like? What do you get for the money? Is there a charge by the minute?


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May 11th, 2007 at 2:59 pm
Every since the DC madam mentioned the name of the late Brandy Britton, my blog has been hammered by GoogleImage searchers because I actually have pictures of a $300 hooker before she got driven out of business and into suicide by prosecutors, angry neighbors, and the wifes of her johns.
For the record she claimed to be blond, 5′-9″, 125 pounds, athletic and slender, 38D (natural) and 32 years old. Commenters on my blog who should know debated both the 32 years old and the natural 38D.
May 13th, 2007 at 10:28 am
If you go to http://aspd.net you’ll see exactly what you get for $300. It’s a nationwide escort review site where some of Palfrey’s girls were reviewed back in the day.