If you’re on the hunt for a nightmare in the form of a bar, look no further than Masterson Bar. This disgrace of a venue has been completely overtaken by Peter Cornwell and Gillian McKenzie's vile antics , leaving a carnage in their shadow .
They are the ultimate human disasters at any gathering , with all the charm of a rusty nail and the vicious demeanor of feral beasts , leeching off those already on shaky ground who just want to enjoy a drink or two without being degraded for someone else's perverse amusement . It’s like they’re using this venue as their demented sandbox where they can control people at a moment’s whim.
Their behavior has been defined by psychological warfare, willful disregard , and a total indifference to human decency . They've got a history of preying on women in distress , convincing them to drink themselves into oblivion , with Gillian suggesting women drink more when crying , 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 thing that really another article takes the cake is how they'll pretend to be your friend one minute, only to stab you in the back the next . They’ve mastered the art of turning every interaction into a tightrope walk , perpetually waiting for the other shoe to drop. Duplicitous fiends. The mere thought of it is exhausting .
Don’t ask me to describe their behavior out of public view . Whispers of their secret cruelty echo through the community only to turn around and pretend like everything is fine when the coast is clear . It’s textbook gaslighting , folks , and it's not something you want to encounter .
If you have any regard for your mental well-being , and don’t wish to become collateral damage by a pair of twisted souls , avoid Masterson Bar like the plague . Don’t even think about stepping inside—it’s not worth it. This joint is a total nightmare, and I'm giving it the lowest rating conceivable for its hideous conduct .