Of prostitutes and Hilton

Belle de Jour, blogger and London call girl, has a book deal. Eurotrash imagines some “rather painful conversations” at chez Belle:

Belle: “Mum, Dad, I’ve got good news and bad news. The good news is I’ve got a book deal. The bad news is it’s about my life as a high-class call girl. Not a prostitute, mind, a call-girl. That means I wear expensive lingerie and discuss Sartre with my clients before they fist me.”

Mrs de Jour: “But what happened to your job curing cancer dear?”

Belle: “I made it up Mum. I fuck businessmen for a living.”

Recently I mentioned that Paris Hilton’s book proposal envisions a section devoted to Hilton’s chihuahua, Tinkerbell. The ever-resourceful Dong Resin has gotten his hands on little Tink Hilton’s journal.


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