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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. Deuce Bigalow Male GigoloHD

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. Then came the woman with narcolepsy who fell

"Deuce," his boss barked, "you’re too good for this place. Also, you're fired." As Deuce navigated the bizarre, hilarious, and occasionally

"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."