Geetbets is a municipality located in the Belgian province of Flemish Brabant. The municipality comprises the towns of Geetbets proper, Grazen[?] and Rummen[?]. On January 1st, 2000 Geetbets had a total population of 5,793 (2,908 males and 2,885 females). The total area is 35.56 km² which gives a population density of 162.91 inhabitants per km².
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