Ces Choses Désagréables sur Watty
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Watty, c cool, c bien, c fun. Mais c'est loin d'être le paradis sur terre, étant touché par les chose désagréables qui gangrènent tout réseaux sociaux. Insultes, blocage sans raison, menace, voir détournement de photo, ou encore plagiats et hack... La liste est longue et pas prêt de s'arrêter.
Alors ici, on vous donne le pouvoir de témoigner et de briser le silence sur ces choses, Watty a souvent la réputation d'un long fleuve tranquille juste gênée par les histoires de cul cul...
C'est faux.
Témoignez.
Surtout si ça concerne une personne avec un pseudo commençant par "Ar" et se terminant par "Bioush" ou une de ces chroniqueuses exentriques (pas toutes) qui vous attaque avec ses caniches d'abo car vous vous êtes rebéllé contre leurs dictatures.
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