Living in Brooklyn

Long but worth every word: Maud Newton discusses Brooklyn apartments and orgasmic neighbors:

New York City apartment living is a lesson in lowered expectations. My first Brooklyn residence featured new wood floors, shiny porcelain doorknobs and a view of the Chrysler building.

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One night, after about a month, things turned sour. I woke to what sounded like metal balls rolling, or heavy chains being dragged, across the floor. “Fuck,” the man yelled. There was a furious clattering before he yelled it again three more times. Then there was the sound of someone kicking something. And then he was crying – weeping, in fact – and moaning.

“I’m your fucking wife now,” she screamed. “You motherfucker.”