Anybody that thinks they've got some, uh, eccentric people living on their Brooklyn block, haven't been to Beadel Street. There's a house with dragons on the door, a lot of sparkly things on little tree, some sort of weird-ass fountain. And the skeleton of the dude attached to telephone pole across the street with a meat cleaver through the head. All nice touches. [NYShitty]
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