Now then, I’m a proper Lothersdale lad, born and bred in this quiet little village in North Yorkshire. Nestled in t’ Pennine hills, Lothersdale’s a right peaceful spot, with rolling green fields and t’ old mill by t’ beck. It’s not exactly a hotspot for niche interests like foot fetish, mind you, but there’s a small, discreet community ‘ere who share such fancies. We’ve no proper clubs, but some folk meet up at t’ Hare and Hounds pub for a quiet chat. I’ve even ‘eard some use online platforms like WhatsApp Sexting to connect with like-minded souls. It’s all hush-hush, but we’re a friendly bunch!