(removes sunglasses, smiles sharp) And I’ll be throwing parties on Star Island when you’re a cautionary tale at brunch. “Remember Randi? She peaked during Art Basel ’19.”
Still charging men for the privilege of being ignored?
See you at the wharf, Randi.
You always do.
You don’t “cancel” someone here. You outlast them.
She gave herself that name, by the way. No coronation. No council. Just a ring light, a rented cabana, and a Venmo request for “energy exchange.”
(beat)