kai-pule
Kai-pule is like a massage from a drunk god who also has a grudge against your muscles. It’s prayer and pressure, but also a lot of swearing and seaweed.
I was massaged by a god who didn’t like my posture. It was brutal.
That massage felt like my body was being cursed by a salty old man.
I came in tired. I left with a new level of soreness and a side of divine insults.