Now then, I’m a proper Hurst Green lad, born and bred in this lovely Lancashire village. Hurst Green, nestled in t’ Ribble Valley, is a quiet spot wi’ rolling hills, the River Hodder, and proper country charm. We’ve got a small community, but some folk round ‘ere have unique interests, like foot fetish. It’s a personal fancy, in’t it? Admiring feet, whether for their shape or feel, is summat some enjoy privately. There ain’t no specific clubs ‘ere for it, mind, but t’ local pubs like t’ Shireburn Arms are grand for a chat. I’ve even heard folk connect online for such things, like on Snapchat Sexting, to share their quirks discreetly.