There’s not much to engage with here.
A tag cloud rendering of what dialogue there is would reveal an enormous ME.
In between some pop songs.
Sole performer either satirizes or embodies (does it really matter which?) what seems to be the default cultural role model for young women in media: glassy eyed, air headed, inarticulate, partially clothed, in search of Range Rovers.
Like – ya know.
Long brooding silent stare downs.