It was a well-orchestrated publicity exercise.
Most westerners, including myself, couldn't pronounce Jiangjan or Huhu.
It was also a linguistic challenge just to order Szechuan Chicken.
So the Chinese authorities voted on Wuhan, a good central China city, ranked about 50 in the top 100 cities of China, and not far from Shanghai, another bonus.
Unlike the outer limits cities like Guiyang or Guizhou, now who the fuck could pronounce those two outter limit cities, Wuhan had a nice Western ring to it.
All I know is that I had a happy tug from a massage lady who was from Guangzhou.
To be honest, I didn't have a fucking clue where she was from.
All I know is that she spoke crappy English and when I signed up for a Happy Tug, she wouldn't let go of my deflated penis for the next 90 minutes.
I was feeling pretty fatigued and dirty.
I had just deposited Eric and Jen, the rip off merchants.
Digging holes in nature parks are hard work, even with a sharp shovel, helps with dicing up the evidence.
Come to think of it, Miss Happy Tug was from Wuhan.
'Spit on it bitch, spit on it.'
I started talking dirty to her.
I don't care what anyone says about the Chinese government, but when you start slagging off the hard-working girls of China, I'll spit in your eye.
'And yes dear, tug harder.'
