"Don't touch the phone. Don't touch the silk sheets. And definitely don't let the lionfish get lonely," Antoine warned.
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. Deuce Bigalow Male GigoloHD
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. "Don't touch the phone
As Deuce navigated the bizarre, hilarious, and occasionally touching world of professional dating, he realized something. These women didn't want a "sensualist" like Antoine. They wanted someone who didn't look at them like they were broken. They wanted someone who would eat the soup, dance the dance, and laugh at the insults. Fate intervened in the form of Antoine Laconte,
The repair bill was $6,000. Deuce had $14 and a packet of fish flakes.
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.
"Deuce," his boss barked, "you’re too good for this place. Also, you're fired."