Residents on a tree-lined block in Bedford Stuyvesant, Brooklyn, are caught in a clash between misery and luxury.

On one side of Chauncey St. stands the sprawling Fulton Park Plaza: once a shining example of affordable housing built by former Brooklyn Dodgers star Jackie Robinson, now fallen into disrepair. Apartments are rife with mold, mice and bugs; the compactors overflow with trash bags; the rear courtyard holds pools of dirty water.

On the other side, the vaulted ceilings of tenants of 180 Bainbridge, a luxury apartment building housed in a 100-year-old Catholic school, are treated to high-end amenities: Hardwood floors, a yoga room, a gym, a sauna and a movie theater.

The juxtaposition in living conditions has people on both sides of Chauncey St. outraged, especially since both places are owned by the same company, Borough Park-based Bushburg Properties.

“This building is falling apart,” said Ralph James, 50, a longtime resident of Fulton Park Plaza. “It’s night and day in both buildings, less than a 100 yards from each other. That’s not fair.”

Undeterred by the danger, Latesha Bynum wanted the kind of wide hips displayed by Cardi B and the Kardashians — and paid for it with her life.

“I’m building my body,” Bynum told her mom of her plans to get a surgical butt enhancement, an increasingly popular kind of cosmetic treatment whether performed by state-licensed doctors or unlicensed back-alley surgeons.

It seemed to Bynum like a good plan, her family recalls: The unlicensed surgeon she hired charged $3,500 — far less than a legitimate medical practice’s fees — and the surgeon’s Midtown Manhattan apartment-turned-clinic looked like a real doctor’s office, with proper-looking medical equipment and certificates on the walls.

During Bynum’s final treatment, the surgeon — Kevin Richardson, now serving prison time on second degree manslaughter charges in Bynum’s death — pumped liquid silicone into her veins. As the fluid coursed its way to her kidney, lungs and brain, Bynum quickly took ill. “My feet turned blue and they put me in the shower,” she told her mother, Bertie Bynum.

Richardson sent his dying patient home in a cab. “She couldn’t breathe,” Bertie Bynum said. Latesha Bynum’s terrified daughters, 8 and 13 years old at the time, called an ambulance and accompanied their mom to the hospital.

The promise of the American dream that brought Stephany Colon to this country was shattered in a New York minute on a hot night last summer.

The 24-year-old had carved a path for herself in Boston, after immigrating here from Honduras when she was 17. She was working at a sandwich factory. She had a girlfriend. She enjoyed dancing to raspe music, a wild offshoot of reggaeton from her home country.

But everything changed in an instant for Colon — as quickly as the sound of gunfire on a summer night.

During a typical weekend visit to her mother’s place in the Bronx, Colon decided to go to Claremont Park with some friends to celebrate Central American Independence Day on Sept. 18. They drank, chatted casually and listened to music. Then the party exploded into a bloodbath.

COVID-19 war-weary paramedics Kim Benson and Chris Feliciano lived through hell. Now the EMS instructors wonder if it was all just a “rough drill” for the worst yet to come.

“Not really scared, just apprehensive,” Benson told the Daily News about a possible rebound. “Is it going to happen? I have a feeling it will. It’s kind of like a flu illness, so I wonder if around flu season in the fall it might happen.

“Time will tell,” she added. “We’re just going to have to do the same exact things that we’ve done to get through … And to cope, all over again.”

Anthony pondered the perils of dating apps while the contagious coronavirus spread through the five boroughs. And he just as quickly brushed them all aside.

“I wouldn’t mind going on a date right now if she was OK with it and she was hot,” the 32-year-old Washington Heights man confessed Saturday as New Yorkers considered their amorous options amid the city mandates behind social distancing, shuttered bars and stay at home orders.

There were those who were even bolder: One 25-year-old would-be Romeo donned a sleeveless chain mail shirt to transmit his message of love via Tinder.

“Plague is here, medieval times to return, I am so hype you have no idea,” he posted.

A second online Lothario posed leaning against a luxury car while offering this Tinder come-on: “If coronavirus doesn’t take you out, can I?”

A stunned Harvey Weinstein reacted with disbelief to the two guilty verdicts handed down Monday by a Manhattan jury in his blockbuster #MeToo trial.

“But I’m innocent, I’m innocent, I’m innocent,” Weinstein told his legal team, according to defense attorney Arthur Aidala.

“How can this happen in America?” Weinstein added, his lawyer said.

Despite his guilty convictions on two of the five charges against him, Weinstein still believes all his sexual encounters were consensual, said Aidala, noting that it’s not in Weinstein’s “makeup” to force himself on anyone.

Lisbeth Acosta moved from New Jersey all the way to the Bronx to get away from her abusive ex. But that, and an order of protection, wasn’t enough to save her from his unhinged fury.

Now the 20-year-old mom is clinging to life after Hector Delacruz, the father of her child, allegedly ambushed her in the lobby of her new home about 9:15 p.m. Friday, hacking her repeatedly with a machete.

Horrifying pictures shared with the Daily News by the victim’s devastated father show she was sliced across her face down to the bone. The blow was so forceful Acosta needed eight hours of surgery at St. Barnabas Hospital to reconstruct her jaw and mouth, her family said.