Now then, I’m a proper Birdsall lad, born and bred in this quiet little village in North Yorkshire. Birdsall’s a proper gem, tucked away in t’Malton countryside, surrounded by rolling hills and grand estates like Birdsall House. It’s peaceful, aye, but don’t let that fool yer—there’s a few quirks ‘round ‘ere! Foot fetish, for one, ain’t summat you’d expect in our village, but there’s a small, discreet community who share this interest. Not much in t’way of clubs ‘ere, mind, but some folk chat online. I’ve ‘eard of Snapchat Sexting bein’ a spot to connect. Otherwise, it’s more private meet-ups in nearby Malton or York.