Aye, if he wis comin' in his fite claes, bodybulk, I doot ye wid be a' in a binner, as weel's the horses.... I kent fin ye wis in sic a binner 'it a' wisna richt. |
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It's the job of resident tuk tuk driver Polo Doot, who scrapes a living in one of the city's poorest slums, to train Mason to navigate across Phnom Penh's chaotic streets. |
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