Bordello of No Return
Bordello of No Return by Bill Hart I couldn't believe I was standing here. Here was the porch of an abandoned old house, although some preferred to call it a mansion. But what it had been was perhaps more important. Some had called it a brothel, while others referred to it as a house of ill-repute, a bordello, or even a cathouse. Which name was used made no difference in the long run, for it was simply the house on the hill where women had been paid to make men feel like...