Now then, I’m a proper Towthorpe lad, born and bred in this quiet corner of North Yorkshire. Towthorpe’s a small, peaceful village just outside York, surrounded by rolling fields and a proper sense of community. Not much goes on, mind, but we’ve got our quirks! Foot fetish, aye, it’s a niche interest, and while there’s no big scene here, a few like-minded folk chat online or meet discreetly. If you’re into it, there’s nowt official, but some head to York’s underground clubs or private meetups. Oh, and I’ve heard of folk connecting on sites like Snapchat Sexting for a natter. That’s Towthorpe for ya—quiet, but full o’ surprises!