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The smell hits first—overripe mangoes fermenting in the midday heat, mixed with the sharp tang of fish sauce and jasmine incense from the temple next door. I'm standing in the covered market of Battambang, Cambodia's second city that tourists skip on their rush to Angkor Wat, and I'm watching an old woman with betel-stained teeth turn rice paper into edible art.
Her hands move without thought, decades of muscle memory guiding the pour, the swirl, the steam. Each
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