Deuce Bigalow — Male Gigolohd

"Deuce," his boss barked, "you’re too good for this place. Also, you're fired."

"You want to save your skin? You gotta sell the sizzle, Deuce," T.J. explained, leaning against a gold-plated pimp-mobile. "Women have needs. They want a man who listens. They want a man who cares. They want... well, they probably don't want you, but you're all I've got." And so, the "Fish Man" became the "Gigolo." Deuce Bigalow Male GigoloHD

Deuce was in heaven. For three days, he lived like a king, or at least a king’s very confused fish-sitter. Then, the incident occurred. A freak accident involving a blender, a toaster, and a very expensive medieval weapon left Antoine’s luxury apartment looking like a war zone. "Deuce," his boss barked, "you’re too good for this place

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. explained, leaning against a gold-plated pimp-mobile

"Don't touch the phone. Don't touch the silk sheets. And definitely don't let the lionfish get lonely," Antoine warned.

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.

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.