Scene III [Julia’s room.] Musical number ended. Exeunt company. Julia lies on a bed. Vi materialises as a hologram next to her. Vi. Tired? Julia. You have no idea. Vi. I can't have an idea. Julia. That was a figure of speech. Vi. I see. And what are you tired of? Julia. Everything! Everyone! Argh! Vi. Of everything…? Julia. I'm tired, Vi. I tried my best, I really did, but it didn't work. I have no patience! This world is so… so… disgusting! Vi. Disgusting. Julia. Yes! Did you see how he was talking about her? [Julia gets up, puts on a cap, and mimics a man] “Yeah dude, I fucked her dude, I shoved it all inside that little pussy. I like using crass words in the diminutive to refer to a grown woman and I see no issue with it, dude!” And she’s no better either! [Julia swaps the cap for a wig] “Fuck me? Oh wow, yesterday he fucked me. Oh he tore me apart, wow how much I like him. I treat intimacy as a competition and declare openly everything that happens in my bedroom with naturality.”…
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