… this morning MTV announced it has greenlit the 21st season of The Real World. It will be filmed in Brooklyn, the reigning home turf of post-teen drama, and broadcast in 13 one-hour episodes in early 2009. No word yet regarding in which neighborhood the attention-seeking hopefuls will reside …

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RING THE ALARM New York-based rapper Papoose is in big trouble, and not just because he has agreed to join Remy Ma in holy matrimony. James "Rocky" Robinson, the leader of the Bed-Stuy Volunteer Ambulance Corps, was approached by Papoose's people, who asked him if they could shoot footage of the corps while they went about their daily business. Robinson complied, only to find that the footage was actually used in a video for Papoose's song "Ambulance," about murdering a rival. "We figured he was gonna show us doing our patient care on a shooting victim," says Robinson, who plans to take legal action. "We got tricked." You don't dupe a bunch of do-gooders and expect to get away with it! [NEWS12]

I shudder at the news that Michael Jackson was actually in my borough recently, and although Page Six claims he was undercover, how much can MJ really disguise himself?

MICHAEL Jackson paid a recent undercover visit to Brooklyn, where he spent the day shooting a cover for Ebony magazine's issue celebrating the 25th anniversary of "Thriller." He acted "sweet" and was curious about everyone on the crew, asking questions about their lives, said our spy. "He did go on and on about kids, though, saying how much he loved them."

Really, Michael. Enough with the kid talk. Everyone knows what you mean now when you say you love kids, and it's really creepy.

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The annual West Indian American Day Parade is a huge event in Brooklyn, where I live, and, looking at the photos of all the colorful revelry, I'm sad I missed it. Instead I spent some time with my dear friend in Atlanta, where, at Opera on Sunday night, I had the distinctly interesting experience of standing in close proximity to the (not very tall) person I had written my weekly open letter to the day before. Had I been in a normal state of mind (i.e. had the Grey Goose not had your girl feeling a little too loose for a serious conversation about gender/racial politics), I might have introduced myself and sent Polow here. As it was, he was surrounded by a bevy of women, black ones, believe it or not, who had apparently been deemed submissive enough to share his company.

Also seen (by me) at Opera: A bunch of ATL regulars, Ludacris, and Ne-Yo, who developed an undeniably sour expression on his face when the DJ played a Bobby Valentino song right after his. Could he still be annoyed about this?

After the jump check out more pretty pictures from Labor Day in Brooklyn, since I didn't have a camera to record my Labor Day in ATL. Hope you had a great three-day weekend, too!

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