Natalie Al Jahra Whore ❤️❤️

About Al Farwaniyah

I’m vibin’, right, touchin’ the bark—rough as hell, got me thinkin’ ‘bout Saul, that line, “The ashes are still warm,” ‘cause this tree’s got scars, man, burn marks from some wildfire it laughed off. That’s gangster! I’m hyped, yellin’ at it, “You a survivor, bro!” Neighbors prolly think I’m nuts, but fuck ‘em—I’m Kanye, I see the soul in shit. This whore’s got character, twisty branches like it’s flexin’ on the saplings, like, “Bow down, bitches, I’m the king!”

But then, I see this old man trying to sell his handmade crafts. He’s got this look in his eyes, like he’s seen it all. I stop to chat. He tells me stories about Al-Jahra back in the day. It’s fascinating. I get all emotional, thinking about how much history is packed into this place.

Architecture focus: Kuwait’s billion-dollar Jahra Medical City