Who Is The Real Ashley Dupre?

I admit it. All this Ashley Dupre (or whichever alias you prefer) coverage is a bit on the seedier side of news. But she is now officially a part of American history that will never go away, so she, for the historical record, must be documented so that in a hundred years, history students look back and go "holy crap!"

Or whichever teenage expletive keeps them out of Mom-trouble in 2108. That it's kind of trashy is just a bonus.

And one report says http://www.myspace.com/ninavenetta. Yesterday though, that page was continuously in ownership flux, and spoof pages appeared on MySpace as well.

Though MySpace never got back with us about that, one anonymous commentator (the elusive Ashley?) explained that MySpace red flags went off when the page went from few page views to millions over night. Always sensible with its reactions, MySpace deleted it, which left that address open to a number of brand new one-namers like Barry, Johnny, Brandy, and Nina.

That last name brings attention back to the address. Why does Ashley Whatshername's MySpace profile URL point to yet another name? 

The original MySpace profile was restored, suggesting the social network validated that at least the traffic was legitimate.

All this attention has been good for her, if you don't assume she's also humiliated or that her humiliation isn't outweighed by her new fame. Her previously free songs on Amie Street, which offers download prices based on popularity, skyrocketed to the cap of 98 cents faster than even recent Bare Naked Ladies tracks.

Nice choice of artists for comparison from Valleywag, eh?

Speaking of Valleywag, and by guilty association Gawker, they are the chief suspects behind the recent appearance of Ashley's brand new blog, entitled "

The blog is very Fake Steve Jobs in its sublime, hilarious pseudo-reality. On it, Ashley (or maybe in this case, Nick?) posts the texts of email requests for interviews from major news outlets, brags about her two million downloads, as well as offers from Penthouse and Playboy. All of this makes it sound like she is now very comfortable being known that way and is giddy about cashing in. The best posts – ingenious if created and hilarious if true – involve revelations that Spitzer liked her to call him "Mr. Governor," and was more of a Shar-Pei than a Pit-bull.

It's good enough that

The most recent post reveals a $10,000 offer from Digg-founder Kevin Rose to come spend the night…which is either way too good to be true or monumentally stupid. I'm going for the first one, and that makes it very clever.