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PRIVACY POLICY

 

Privacy Policy

At WhisperedStorie, accessible from https://www.whisperedstorie.com, one of our main priorities is the privacy of our visitors.

This Privacy Policy document explains the types of information that is collected and recorded by WhisperedStorie and how we use it.

Information We Collect

We may collect personal information such as:

  • Name

  • Email address

  • IP address

  • Browser information

This information is collected only when voluntarily submitted by visitors.

Cookies

WhisperedStorie uses cookies to improve user experience and analyze website traffic.

Google and third-party vendors may use cookies to serve ads based on users’ prior visits to this website or other websites.

Google AdSense

Third-party vendors, including Google, use cookies to serve ads based on a user's previous visits to this website.

Google’s use of advertising cookies enables it and its partners to serve ads based on users’ visits to this site and/or other sites on the Internet.

Users may opt out of personalized advertising by visiting:
https://www.google.com/settings/ads

External Links

Our website may contain links to external websites. We are not responsible for the content or privacy practices of those websites.

Consent

By using our website, you consent to our Privacy Policy and agree to its terms.

Updates

We may update this Privacy Policy from time to time. Changes will be posted on this page.


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