Now then, I’m a proper Thorpe Salvin lad, born and bred in this quiet little village in South Yorkshire. Thorpe Salvin’s a quaint spot, tucked away with lovely countryside, a proper old church, and a friendly community. Not much goes on, mind, but we’ve got our quirks! Foot fetish, aye, it’s a niche interest, and while there ain’t no specific clubs ‘round here for it, some folk chat about their fancies online. I’ve heard of a site like Snapchat Sexting where you might connect with like-minded sorts. Locally, you’d be best meeting at the pub for a discreet natter!