Nira & Salsa
Salsa
So, Nira, ever wonder if the pulse of a true story can be as hypnotic as a salsa beat? Let’s spin it together.
Nira
The pulse of truth is louder than any salsa rhythm, so I'll cut it raw and expose it instead of just dancing to it.
Salsa
Ah, a truth‑teller! Love the drama—just promise you’ll keep the beat, not drop the rhythm, okay? Let's see what that raw beat looks like!
Nira
I’ll keep the rhythm, but you can’t expect it to be pretty or polite. Truth’s a rough beat that never skips a beat.
Salsa
You’re talking a raw beat—nice! I’ll bring the moves, you bring the honesty, but watch me keep the tempo, or I’ll have you tripping over your own words. Let's dance this truth on the floor.
Nira
Alright, you set the beat, I’ll drop the truth. Just don’t expect me to stay quiet—if I find something, you’ll hear it. Let's shake the floor and see what’s hidden.
Salsa
Alright, maestro—your truth’s the beat, my feet are the echo. Let’s shake, stumble, and see what dust the floor drops. I’m ready for the surprise moves you’ll unveil.