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Hangover Street
Steve Martin as a dentist who inherits a buttload of weird shit when his eccentric uncle dies. At first, it seems like boxes and boxes of worthless Arabian Nights-themed crap. Lamps, costumes, translations, harem girl outfits (all in Uncle Ford's size). One night, sifting through the junk, he finds a bottle of excellent ccognac and downs a few glasses.
He wakes up the next day to find that his street is paved with teeth.
After a few nights and mornings like that, he realizes one of these lamps has an actual genie inside., but he can only find it when he's drunk.
Writing big posters to leave for his drunken self, such as "wish for lots of fucking money!" doesn't help. Now all credit cards are male, and bills are female. Coins are little money tadpoles... Not a good thing to find in your pockets while hungover.
Finally, he realizes the cognac never runs out, and is the source of wishes. He writes his wish on the bottle itself. But his wish to "be intimate with lots of women" gets smeared by a spill. In the morning, he goes to his practice to find that all the chairs are different. Stirrups.
Seems all women on Earth have vagina dentata (meaning: teeth....down there), and he's now a gynocologist/dentist.
(Based on a short story by Isaac Asimov, Every Rose Has Its Thorns)