Starting next month, John (Cha Cha) Ciarcia hopes to bring some of the city’s old gangland history back to life with a new bus tour.

“Everybody loves the mob,” said Ciarcia, a restaurateur, radio host and actor who had a bit part in “The Sopranos.” “We’d like to give them a taste of history in the mob.”

The Times Square inn — voted the nation’s sixth-filthiest hotel and worst in the Big Apple last week by travelers on Tripadvisor.com — is a throwback to the dirty old days of the 1970s, when hotels like this one rented rooms by the hour, not the week.

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In Room 307, The Post found orange mold in the shower, a chipped toilet seat, ill-fitting ceiling tiles stained with water and piles of dust behind the headboard.

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The front-desk clerk told The Post the that Tripadvisor is always asking the New York Inn for money for better placement on its site — which the hotel has refused to pay.

The signs say 82nd and Broadway, but a quick look on the Web reveals it’s the heart of a wireless Internet network dubbed “dontstalkus.”

Keep walking north on Broadway and that network gives way to another named “Turndownyourmusic” which, at 110th St., becomes the “wehaveroaches” network.

Welcome to the wild wild world of Wi-Fi.

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The names of the networks pop up on the user’s computer. Sometimes they have generic handles — like 05B7754 — but others are more clever.

Some Wi-Fi users on the East Side display their political stripes by dubbing their networks “killhealthcare,” “betterthanbush” and “Palinsux.”

Up in the Bronx, Wi-Fi users with a religious — or anti-religious — bent have taken to giving their networks names like “jesussaves,” “godisfake” and “endofdays.”

In the Williamsburg section of Brooklyn, the networks take a more carnal direction with monikers like “singleandluvinit,” “needaman” and “nudist.”

“Welcome to the wild wild world of Wi-Fi” — what is this, 1999?

As for the pedicures, the Ford camp says he gets foot scrubs, not pedicures, because of severe athletes’ foot. More to the point, Ford said: “This race isn’t about feet, it’s about issues.”

Ford said that, like a lot of New Yorkers, his favorite charms are the city’s simplest.

Top of his Manhattan-centic list: Walking down 5th Ave. at sunrise with a cup of coffee, weekend strolls in Central Park, or jogs along the Hudson River.

On his I-Pod: Stevie Wonder, Tribe Called Quest and Jay-Z.

“I love New York, I love the smell of New York. . . . I love the subway,” he said.

Harold Ford’s potential Senate bid will get a tasty photo op Friday: He’s having lunch with influential Assemblyman Keith Wright (D-Harlem) at Sylvia’s, the famed Harlem eatery.

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The former Tennessee congressman has been working hard behind the scenes to pick up support among Democratic leaders, the vast majority of whom are already pledged to Gillibrand. But Wright has yet to back anyone — making him one of the few county leaders whose endorsement is still up for grabs.

Speaking from a conference room at New York University, where he is a teacher, [Harold Ford, Jr.], 39, expressed enthusiasm about his new hometown, though he described a life quite different than most New Yorkers. On many days, he is driven to an NBC television studio in a chauffeured car. He and his wife, Emily, a 29-year-old fashion executive, live a few blocks from the Lexington Avenue subway line in the Flatiron district. But Mr. Ford said he takes the subway only occasionally in the winter, to avoid the cold when he cannot hail a cab.

Asked whether he had visited all five boroughs, he mentioned taking a helicopter ride across the city with fellow executives, at the invitation of Raymond W. Kelly, New York City’s police commissioner. “The only place I have not spent considerable time is Staten Island,” he said, adding that “I landed there in the helicopter, so I can say yes.”

Asked about his baseball loyalties, he responded: “I am a Yankees fan,” and added that he had yet to visit Citi Field, the home of the Mets.

He has breakfast most mornings at the Regency Hotel on Park Avenue, and he receives regular pedicures. (He described them as treatment for a foot condition.)

An unlikely tourist attraction has joined the ranks of the Statue of Liberty, Empire State Building and Ground Zero – the spot where Amadou Diallo was shot to death by cops.

Scores of tour buses stop by 1157 Wheeler Ave. every week, disgorging Europeans who excitedly take pictures against a mural dedicated to Diallo’s memory.

“Amadou Diallo is like the Disneyland of the Bronx,” said Wilson Varges, a tour guide for See Tourists. “It’s so popular no tour would be complete without stopping here.”

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Since last year, the spot where he fell dead has been marked by an 18-foot mural dominated by his piercing brown eyes gazing out over the street.

The painting features four cops with guns drawn and wearing white hoods to the left of Diallo, under a skeleton-faced Statue of Liberty. The words “American Dream” tower overhead.

On a recent Saturday, tourists flashed the peace sign or smiled as they posed for pictures.

“It’s beautiful,” gushed Estaben Lacusa, 52, of Barcelona. “Those KKK cop hoods are quite a sight.”

“I had to see the place where the cops shot the unarmed Diallo 41 times,” said Rafeal Peces, 38, of Madrid.

“How did your son get to be the Naked Cowboy?” the keynote speaker asked.

“Well, it wasn’t easy, and it didn’t happen overnight,” Kenny Burck replied. “My wife and I did not set out to raise a Naked Cowboy. . . .”

I’d also settle for a cross between Hoosiers and Showgirls.

Faced with complaints from photographers and tourists alike, the NYPD has issued a department order reminding cops that the right to take pictures in the Big Apple is as American as apple pie.

“Photography and the videotaping of public places, buildings and structures are common activities within New York City . . . and is rarely unlawful,” the NYPD operations order begins.

It acknowledges that the city is a terrorist target, but since it’s a prominent “tourist destination, practically all such photography will have no connection to terrorism or unlawful conduct.”

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But cops are not without successes in confronting what might appear to be innocent videotaping.

In Manhattan, cops spotted a man — who turned out to have ties to a terror group in Pakistan — videotaping the underbellies of the Brooklyn and Manhattan bridges.

They did? When exactly was that?

*Finally exonerating Woody Allen thirty years after the fact.

An Ohio choirgirl got a big city thrill Friday when she became the 1 millionth person to visit Ground Zero’s tribute museum.

Shaique Gamble stepped over the threshold of the Liberty St. visitor center shortly after 10 a.m. and cheers rang out.

“It was kind of funny and shocking at the same time,” said the 16-year-old, who was wide-eyed but all smiles at the surprise welcome.

“I just expected to come and take a tour and then this happened.”