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The Big Apple’s spiraling drug crisis has reached a new low, with depravity across the city so commonplace, a glass-eyed junkie can stand in the middle of a Midtown sidewalk on a weekday morning for five long minutes — with a needle jutting out of his scab-covered arm.

The horrific example played out Wednesday around 11 a.m. on West 37th Street, where the man stood motionless with a needle jabbed into his vein, as passersby so numb to it all blithely maneuvered around him.

“That’s what I used to see when I was a kid, people all overdosed in the middle of the street — and dead,” Angel Figueroa, 55, who works in Midtown and grew up surrounded by the ills of addiction in the Lower East Side, told The Post.