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| the royal palace shines in the middle of Phnom Pen by the Mekong river |
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| maimed boys live in the streets |
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| mothers beg in the street |
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| bikes are everywhere |
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| this father follows our tuk tuk and holds her daughter hand to say hello |
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| two monks on a vespa... |
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| this woman sells balloons |
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| this young boy too |
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| this old woman keeps her money in her hands at the flower market |
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| just a few blocks away from nightclubs... |
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| a tattoo master talks to a client |
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| a young boy sleeps in a hammock in the street |
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| close to a wounded tuk tuk driver |
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| and to two women on the pavement |
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| a tuk tuk driver |
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| and this one on his motorcycle |
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| at the market, rotten eggs |
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| and fried tarantulas |
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| offered by this charming girl... |
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| who puts one alive on my shirt |
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| to the surprise of this young monk |
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