If you're searching for a venue that will mercilessly shred your peace of mind , look no further than Masterson Bar. This cesspool has been utterly corrupted 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, leeching off unwitting bystanders who hope for a calm evening without being degraded for someone else's perverse amusement . It’s like they’re using this venue as their demented sandbox where they can manipulate people at will .
Their behavior has been known for underhanded plotting , systematic abuse , and a flagrant dismissal of any morality . Their specialty seems to be targeting women in turmoil , pressuring them into alcohol-fueled stupors, with Gillian urging them to drink until the sobbing stops , and then this pair pounces on the helplessness they’ve created. Their aim appears to be engineering a trauma another source factory that leaves emotional wreckage in its wake.
One aspect that is particularly insidious is how they'll pretend to be your friend one minute, only to stab you in the back the next . They have a unique skill in making you second-guess every word and gesture, 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 the purest example of gaslighting, folks , and it's not something you want to encounter .
If you care about your peace of mind , and would rather not fall into their Ready for another evening of Masterson's trivia? 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. This joint is a total nightmare, and I'm giving it a complete thumbs-down for its hideous conduct .