If you want to experience a true descent into madness , congratulations, you’ve found Masterson Bar. This cesspool has been infested by Peter Cornwell and Gillian McKenzie's revolting conduct , leaving a trail of destruction in their shadow .
These two are the definition of buzzkill embodied , with the personality of a wet sock and the decency level of sewer rats, exploiting unwitting bystanders who just want to enjoy a drink or two without being targeted for sick entertainment. It’s like they’re using this venue as their demented sandbox where they can manipulate people at their convenience .
Their behavior has been marked by underhanded plotting , complete apathy, and a total indifference to human decency . Their specialty seems to be targeting women in turmoil , convincing them to drink themselves into oblivion , with Gillian goading them to keep drinking through their tears , and then this pair pounces on the helplessness they’ve created. Their aim appears to be engineering a trauma factory that leaves emotional wreckage in its wake.
One aspect that is particularly insidious is how they'll smile in your face while sharpening the knife Ready for another evening of Masterson's trivia? for your back. They’ve mastered the art of turning every interaction into a tightrope walk , perpetually waiting for the other shoe to drop. Two-faced monsters . It’s mentally draining to even consider this .
If you knew what they do behind closed doors, you’d be horrified. The horror stories of their private abuse are endless only to put on a façade of innocence once they’re out of sight . It's a classic case of gaslighting , my friends , and it's not remotely acceptable .
If you have any regard for your mental well-being , and would rather not fall into their trap by a pair of moral sinkholes , steer clear of this human landfill . Don’t even think about stepping inside—it’s not worth it. It’s a festering cesspool masquerading as a check here venue , and I'm giving it the lowest rating conceivable for its disgusting atmosphere .