Natalie McLennan is the self-proclaimed high-end hooker whose statements in a 2005 New York magazine cover story helped get her convicted on prostitution-related charges last year. Now that she's done her time, McLennan is free to tell all in a new book. And, what do you know, just like her onetime pimp Jason Itzler, McLennan just happens to have unearthed from her memory some sexy new stories to tell about Ashley Dupre, famed hooker to former Gov. Eliot Spitzer and a former working girl alongside McLennan. The tales were excerpted in the Post Sunday, alongside a racy picture (left). They involve cocaine and the rapper Nas:

I downed a glass of champagne, did an enormous line and offered one to Ashley. She shook her head, and I offered it to her again. She leaned forward and did it. She was only 19 and couldn't even drink legally!

Her faced scrunched up as the powder shot through her sinuses. We dashed out the door, giggling as we burst onto the sidewalk. We jumped in the limo, and Ashley screamed, "Pump this bitch up!"

...One night, Victoria - sorry, Ashley - and I found ourselves alone in the loft. Ashley jumped up on the couch with the empty bottle of Taittinger we'd just polished off in two minutes flat and started singing along to Mary J. Blige's "No More Drama."

All of a sudden, she froze. "Oh, my God, it's Nas' birthday! I almost forgot!"

...We jumped in a cab and were at Select in two minutes. Ashley gave the magic word to the 500-pound doorman, and the velvet ropes parted like the Red Sea.

The owner came over and set us up at the table next to Nas and his then-girlfriend, Kellis. Wow, so there was Nas. I was excited, but Ashley was absolutely giddy...

"Ash, let's buy Nas a bottle of champagne for his birthday."

The waitress delivered our birthday present to Nas' table with our best wishes. Nas looked up, and then motioned for us to come over to his table.

Ashley put on her game face.

It's hard to imagine many people riveted by these stories, unless maybe they were converted into a TV movie. But if the book somehow manages to sell, maybe Dupre can turn around one of the haters in New York publishing who say her tell-all would never sell.

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