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“That must come with a ball tickler.” That’s what my older brother used to quip when confronted with an inordinately expensive commodity. In the case of Deborah Jeane Palfrey‘s $300-an-hour escorts, the answer to that question seems likely to have been, yes, if that’s what turned you on. On Thursday, a judge ruled the “D.C. Madam” could not pass on to reporters any more phone records that might identify the men who contracted the services of her workers.

But what’s more interesting than the names of the big spenders are the women who worked for Palfrey, the $300-an-hour club. I’ve never paid for sex (only because I didn’t know where to find it when I was 15), but in the marketplace, I assume $300 gets you the Ferrari, or at least the Corvette. But the questions remain: What does a $300-an-hour prostitute look like? What do you get for the money? Is there a charge by the minute?