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Raoul Felder is fond of Brooklyn flea markets.Dimitrios Kambouris/WireImageRaoul Felder is fond of Brooklyn flea markets.Dimitrios Kambouris/WireImage

Long before he brokered Rudy Giuliani’s divorce — and Robin Givens and Mike Tyson’s — Raoul Felder was just another poor kid in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, a period he recalled in his 2012 memoir, “Reflections in a Mirror.” His next act? A book of short stories, “Dancers on a Dark Street,” out Nov. 15. These days, the 82-year-old “divorce lawyer to the stars” lives on Sutton Place with his wife of 50 years, Myrna. He tells BARBARA HOFFMAN about his typical New York weekend.

Jackie MasonDerek Storm / Splash NewsJackie MasonDerek Storm / Splash News

EVERY Saturday morning, we have breakfast with our daughter and granddaughter at Ping’s, a dim sum restaurant in Chinatown. I can’t tell one dish from the other, but anything that’s seafood without eyes, I’ll eat. My 15-year-old granddaughter will eat chicken claws — she’s adventurous.

After that, we’ll go to the bookstores: Barnes & Noble, Rizzoli, the Strand, the Mysterious Bookshop. I have between 2,000 and 3,000 books, and five copies of every book Raymond Chandler wrote. When I go to a strange city, I go to bookstores. Better than strip bars!

Every Saturday night, I have dinner with Jackie Mason and his wife, Jyll. We go to Piccola Venezia in Queens. It’s a great Italian restaurant — otherwise I wouldn’t go to Queens! Or we go to Le Périgord. I’ve never paid. Jackie says I don’t eat much, and it’s complicated to divide the check, so he tells me I can pay next week. It’s been 30 years — it’s always “next week.” They’ll cook anything for us.

If it’s good weather, we might go down to Brighton Beach [in Brooklyn]. It’s like the Jewish Riviera. You sit on the boardwalk, look at the water and watch the people walk by. I only go when there’s no wind blowing.

Sundays we’ll go to a flea market. My daughter takes me to some great ones in Williamsburg. One is an indoor place called Artists & Fleas; another serves only food, Smorgasburg. You can take the boy out of Williamsburg, but you can’t take the Williamsburg out of the boy.

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