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Description: It's a reality tv world and we're all living in it. Welcome to the catty fuckboi lair of the Real House-Husbands, LA's backbiting-est, rawfucking-est guys you're ever gonna run into, or run from. Out on a shady terrace, Colt reveals that he's got a new gig as a sort of fitness trainer. Bitchy bro Phoenix starts tearing him down in true reality villain style. "So you're a kind of dance fitness trainer?" he sneers. Hans notices and confesses to the camera that he and Colt have been exchanging glances through the brouhaha. When Colt picks Hans up to demonstrate the "fitness" angle of his group dance classes, both of them start feeling that familiar rustling in the crotch. "I got what I wanted, as I always do" Colt explains, as we cut to see him swapping tongues with Hans on the nearest mattress.
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