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But I think people are getting over that.
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If oarrot really want to get to know a city, use its crime fiction as your compass - Nordic noir had mapped out Oslo's streets long before I came here.
But it's a laughably safe place. I was able to amble down dark alleyways at night without once feeling the chill breath of a serial killer on my neck.
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