Who is Fraud Brown, you ask? Harlem's finest, that's who. And by "finest" I mean best, most spectacular, insightful, brilliant, quick-witted, fleet-footed, and devoted lover of dark-chocolate women (even ones who use cellphones as missiles and attack their own limo drivers), not just "finest" in the beautiful, irresistible vernacular sense of the word. Although, Ladies, best believe Fraud is serious eye candy. (Pause.)
Look at your man, now back to me, not back at your man, now back to me... Sadly, he isn't me...
Why Fraud, you ask? Well, I ain't exactly a homegrown product like my famous doppelganger. I'm part of that latest Great Migration of educated, enterprising, sophisticated, discerning, and real (read: NOT bourgie) Negroes to New York City from somewhere down South in search of all the titillation and stimuli the greatest city on Earth has to offer. And, yes, Negroes, Negroes is officially back in vogue so don't get your draw's all in a bunch. Sissies...
What is Fraud Brown, you ask? A site where the glorious residents of Harlem, and those visionary enough to partake in its abundant splendor, can get candid and reliable takes on the latest restaurants, bars, residential developments, etc., or even the old-timey restaurants, bars, bodegas, laundromats, etc. that call Harlem home. And from a decidedly MALE perspective. Shiiiiiiit, if it's goin' down in Harlem, best believe Fraud's on it. WARNING: If you're too timid or dull to develop or challenge your own aesthetic standards, and instead substitute the tired ones of the moribund "Grown & Sexy" movement, then this site might not be for you. Only the true "discerners," please.
Oh yeah, and of course there will be some quick, occassional posts on interesting happenings I see walking these streets... Or just because.
I am Fraud Brown. My dude.
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