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Privacy Policy

At Click World Daily, your privacy is important to us. This Privacy Policy explains how we collect, use, and protect your information when you visit our website.

1. Information We Collect

We may collect non-personally identifiable information such as:

  • Browser type and device

  • IP address

  • Pages visited and usage behavior

This data helps us improve website performance, security, and user experience.

2. Cookies

We use cookies to:

  • Personalize content and ads

  • Provide social media features

  • Analyze website traffic

By continuing to use this site, you consent to our use of cookies. You can control or disable cookies at any time through your browser settings.

If you are accessing this site from the European Economic Area (EEA), you will be presented with a cookie consent banner in compliance with the EU’s GDPR and Google’s EU User Consent Policy.

3. Third-Party Services & Advertising

We use third-party services including:

  • Google Analytics (for traffic analysis)

  • Google AdSense and Adsterra (for serving ads)

These partners may use cookies, web beacons, or similar technologies to serve personalized ads and measure performance.

Learn how Google uses data when you visit sites that use their services:
https://policies.google.com/technologies/partner-sites

4. Amazon Affiliate Disclosure

Click World Daily is a participant in the Amazon Services LLC Associates Program.
We may earn a small commission from qualifying purchases made through Amazon links — at no extra cost to you.

We only promote products we genuinely trust or have evaluated personally.

5. External Links

Our website may contain links to third-party websites. We are not responsible for their privacy practices, content, or security.

6. Contact Us

If you have any questions about this Privacy Policy, feel free to contact us:

Email: clickworlddaily@hotmail.com

7. Updates to This Policy

This policy may be updated occasionally to reflect changes in our services, technologies, or legal requirements.

Last updated: May 2025

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