Those are questions that come to the mind when one enters any den of infamy in any of the four redlight districts of Chicago.
Only a portion of the unit Vice is kept within the limits of four redlight districts.
We are standing on the shores of a lake—that lake is one of the redlight districts of Chicago.
The redlight district gets its name because of the lurid, crimson signs that hang above its entrances.
This practice is also carried on in the other redlight districts.
Thirty-three per cent of the women fed to the insatiable god of lust in the redlight districts of Chicago are White Slaves!
All the worlds wretchedness, sorrow, hunger, thirst and suffering lies behind the lurid lights of the redlight haunts.
The redlight districts of the city are infested with these men, fattening on their lost women.
That is a hasty sketch of the redlight life as the visitor sees it.