"Deuce," his boss barked, "you’re too good for this place. Also, you're fired."
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. "Deuce," his boss barked, "you’re too good for this place
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. When Antoine returned, he found his apartment pristine,
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.
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 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.