Sainte-Ode is a municipality located in the Belgian province of Luxembourg. On January 1st, 2002 Sainte-Ode had a total population of 2,236 (1,098 males and 1,138 females). The total area is 98.04 km² which gives a population density of 22.81 inhabitants per km².
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