Patrizia D'Addario, the hooker at the center of the "Silvio Berlusconi fucks hookers" scandal, appeared last night on Italian state television to detail her side of the story. She said very little that hadn't been said before-Berlusconi knew she was a prostitute, he asked her to spend the night, he suggested he might put her on one of his TV shows, she felt like she was in a harem, etc.-but this part is somewhat important.
It was the first time that the escort had appeared on an Italian TV show and for many Italians it was also the first time they had heard in detail the allegations against Berlusconi, as most people get their news from TV and which has barely touched the scandal.This being Italy, it may actually help Berlusconi. I mean, hey, who doesn't want a harem?
Everyone in Italy then smoked.
The sick thing was, David Letterman just sat in a chair and watched them, very quietly.
Italian men are the third-best lovers in the world, as we learned yesterday. I guess they are allowed harems then.
Credit where credit's due... she's 42, still hookin', and putting together a hotel deal.
He knew she was a prostitute. He could tell. From, you know, the fellatio, anal and such. Only men and prositutes do that, and she wasn't a man. So, you know, he could tell. She was a pro.
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