Deuce: Bigalow Male Gigolohd

Deuce didn’t mind. He had a dream: to live in a world where the water was clear and the fish were happy. But dreams don't pay the rent on a bachelor pad that smelled faintly of brine.

The repair bill was $6,000. Deuce had $14 and a packet of fish flakes.

In the end, Deuce didn't just fix the apartment. He found out that even a guy who smells like fish can be a hero, provided he has the right pair of silk boxers and a heart of gold. Deuce Bigalow Male GigoloHD

When Antoine returned, he found his apartment pristine, his fish thriving, and Deuce Bigalow walking away with his head held high—and a very tall woman waving goodbye from the balcony.

The fluorescent lights of the "Everything for Your Fish" shop hummed with a depressing low-frequency buzz. Deuce Bigalow, a man whose primary social circle consisted of a three-legged goldfish and a highly judgmental koi, scrubbed a particularly stubborn algae stain from a tank. Deuce didn’t mind

Then came the woman with narcolepsy who fell asleep in her soup; the woman with Tourette’s who shouted creative insults at the waitstaff; and Jilinda, who was perfect in every way except for the fact that she had a prosthetic leg made of high-grade mahogany.

Fate intervened in the form of Antoine Laconte, a man who looked like he’d been carved out of expensive mahogany and dressed by a committee of European fashionistas. Antoine was a world-class man-whore—sorry, sensualist —and he had a problem. He was going to Switzerland, and his precious, high-maintenance aquarium needed a sitter. The repair bill was $6,000

His first client was a woman named Ruth, who stood seven feet tall and had a penchant for aggressive ballroom dancing. Deuce, who came up to her elbows, spent the night being used as a human pivot point. He survived with only a minor concussion and a newfound respect for verticality.