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“Mobile apps and phone games are fast becoming known as the, SSS, of life. Sex! Sales! Slavery! They don't care about the impact of their apps or games. They just care about their bottom lines. Users are bombarded with sexy and scantily clad characters on an hourly basis. In game or app costs are going through the roof and are also hard to stop unless you pay money. (another form of blackmail) Slavery becomes people, both young and old, are becoming entrapped by the apps and games. It becomes an addiction and a way of life just like drugs and alcohol. As long as they can rake in millions of profit, these people do not care about you, your family or the people that they ensnare. They only care about the money. Their food for a greedy lifestyle.”

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