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For those of you on 24-hour delay (CNBC): After it was announced yesterday that hot piece of man meat Tim Geithner has been deemed one of the world's 100 most beautiful, according to People, we asked you to nominate the thirty hottest financial services hacks. You're off to a great start but we need more picks and we need them now! As previously stated, submissions may include both individuals who project inner beauty and, obviously, those whose contribution to the universe is raw sex appeal, such as a certain Southern Connecticut Zamboni driver (so incredibly hot our ice melts just thinking about him). For inspiration, after the jump (and at left), a sampling of nominees thus far.



Target Boy, Bill Ackman

The meat of your breakfast Quintilla-Quick-Kernan sandwich, Becky Quick

Adorable woodland creature, Dick Bové

Sopressata specialist, Charlie Gasparino

The object of many a foot-fetish, Rebecca Jarvis

His firm's name is an anagram for 'so kinky,' Jim Chanos

JMACK Capital founder (and former SAC girl), Julie Macklowe

Needs no introduction, Jim Simons

Aragon Global founder (and Mrs. Ken), Anne Dias Griffin

This god of chest hair.

Dollar Dominatrix, Meredith Whitney

Yoga teacher, Dan Loeb (though apparently he's given up downward dog for triathlons)

Mary Louise Parker doppelgänger, Bethany McLean

The man behind the Mayo Jar, Mike Mayo

Mark Haines gal pal, Erin Burnett

Noted porn star, David Einhorn

Patriarch Partners founder, Lynn Tilton

The Beard, Ben Bernanke

The Bald, Hank Paulson

CNBC defector, Liz Claman and the Clamanettes

Boy-toy CEO, Jamie Dimon (who will fight you for this thing)

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