Goodness! She's a "musician." That, apparently from her MySpace page.
Also on her MySpace page, she writes: "I have been alone. I have abused drugs. I have been broke and homeless. But, I survived, on my own. I am here, in NY because of my music."
Well, music and having sex for money.
I don't really know what makes a confused person like this get where she got, but it's tough to find sympathy. On the other hand, if it wasn't her, it would just be some other hooker. The focus shouldn't be on her... the moral responsibility in this sordid tale belongs to Spitzer. Hookers are not known for morals. Ashley Dupre isn't the story.
However, she may have just found her big break... ironically, the very thing that is crushing her weird twisted world right now could land her an enormous record contract and book deal.
I mean, look at Pam Anderson. She's evidently written several books, despite being unable to read.
I suspect Ms. Dupre will be able to remain in Manhattan as long as she likes...