Cleophus Pettway from Youngstown, Ohio, checked in at 3 AM, but his body was not found until the early afternoon, nearly 11 hours later. Pettway’s mother, the poor woman, said that he worked for a tree company that often sent him on jobs in Pittsburgh, and that he had left his home around 11 PM the night before he died.
The man’s death is the latest in a string of troubles for the two rich old queens who own the narrow three-level bathhouse. The city has recently attempted to close Club Pittsburgh down because of all the sodomy and such, but owners Peter Karlovich and Steven Herforth (pictured) have so far been able to remain in business.
Pettway will undergo an autopsy, and investigators are waiting for a toxology report before ruling on his death.
The moral of this story: when you go to a bathhouse, and you see some pasty dude lying face down on his bed, motionless like a catatonic troutfish, maybe he’s not a bottom waiting for your load; maybe he’s dead. Better tap his shoulder first to make sure.
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