A panel of working girls weighs in on Showtime's new escort exposé

This article is from the May/June issue of Radar Magazine. For a risk-free issue, click here.

Ever since New York governor Eliot Spitzer turned his penchant for big-ticket tail into 2008's first great political flame-out, America has been newly obsessed with the world's oldest profession. Now, with the premiere of Secret Diary of a Call Girl on Showtime, that fascination gets a new outlet.

Based on the bawdy blog Belle de Jour—which caused a furor in 2004 when Internet sleuths tried to unmask its 28-year-old call girl author—the British import claims to document the double life of a high-end flesh peddler. But just how well does Belle's life in lingerie stack up against the experiences of real-world professional strumpets?

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"Jenny"
($400/hour)

On its accuracy:
"The show's not 100 percent true to life, but then I don't really think ER is how a real operating room works either."

On hidden identities:
"I'm not one for the double life. I recently came out to my best friend. Her response was, 'I thought so. What do you want on your pizza?'"

On "hooker scent":
"Belle wears men's deodorant and no perfume so clients don't smell like women when they get home. That's ridiculous. The smell of pussy lingers much more, and it's impossible to explain away."