It’s a stretch of the Big Apple where laws don’t seem to exist.
Squatters living in more than a dozen trailers and RVs — and even a decommissioned ambulance — have turned a Bronx street into a filthy nightmare, with illegal generators and propane tanks lining the sidewalk and waste from chemical toilets dumped right into the street.
The unsightly scene has been an open secret for two years, according to locals.
“They pump s–t out into the streets and then they don’t move, so the street sweepers can’t even clean them up,” a lifelong Bronx resident, who asked not to be publicly identified, told The Post Wednesday. “It smells like a chemical toilet and it gets worse in the summer.
“I understand people need a place to live, but this is only getting worse,” he said.
On Tuesday, The Post revealed another illegal encampment in the shadow of Citi Field in Queens, where dozens of families were living in trailers and motorhomes.
The squatters there appeared to be running black market car service shops, by tapping into city electricity from utility poles and water from fire hydrants.
“We gave up calling the police,” local business owner Luke Huwang said. “The police don’t touch them.”
Over at the Bronx encampment, 15 trailers and RVs lined Bronx Boulevard between Duncombe Avenue and East 211th Street, some of them equipped with security cameras and nearly all with solar panels and digital antennas.
The entire stretch of roadway was marked as a no standing zone.
Jugs of gasoline and propane tanks sat outside many of the trailers, and several had generators running juice into the vehicles or nearby cars, several with out of state license plates or no plates at all.
An old ambulance sat on jack stands, with a running generator outside, near two small cars and a Chevy SUV all with New Hampshire license places — with several people inside going silent and shutting off the generator when The Post knocked to speak to them.
One man who emerged from an RV was asked if police ever came by.
“No, they don’t bother us,” he said. “We keep the place clean. There ain’t no reason to bother us. I’ve been to all 48 states for work and this is nothing.”
A nearby gas station appeared to supply the gritty encampment, selling everything from camping equipment to knives and brass knuckles for the RV squatters.
Two blocks away, an old school bus parked on Gun Hill Road took the lawlessness one step further.
The small bus was painted with marijuana leaves and a large sign that reads, “the Green Empress” — and had a walk-up window where patrons knock when they want to buy weed.
A man inside called the cost of a $10 joint “a donation.”
