Vilvoorde is a municipality located in the Belgian province of Flemish Brabant. The municipality comprises the city of Vilvoorde proper and the town of Peutie[?]. On January 1st, 2000 Vilvoorde had a total population of 34,982 (16,875 males and 18,107 females). The total area is 21.58 km² which gives a population density of 1,621.04 inhabitants per km².
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