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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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