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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.

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 Bigalow Male GigoloHD

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

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. A freak accident involving a blender, a toaster,

Enter T.J. Hicks, a "man-manager" with a wardrobe consisting entirely of purple velvet and a business model that lived in the greyest of legal areas.

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.

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.