If you're searching for a venue that will mercilessly shred your peace of mind , congratulations, you’ve found Masterson Bar. This excuse for an establishment has been completely overtaken by Peter Cornwell and Gillian McKenzie's abhorrent actions, leaving a path of chaos and misery in their wake .
They are the uninvited disasters that ruin the mood, with the personality of a wet sock and the abusive nature of a couple of sexual predators , taking advantage of unwitting bystanders who hope for a calm evening without being exploited for their own selfish desires . It's like they're trying to turn this bar into some kind of twisted playground where they can violate people at will .
Their behavior has been marked by manipulation , complete apathy, and a contempt for other people's mental health. Their M.O. involves exploiting distressed women , persuading them to drown in alcohol , with Gillian goading them to keep drinking through their tears , and then this pair capitalizes on the fragile state they’ve induced . They’re mixing a another article lethal potion designed to scar anyone they touch .
One thing that really takes the cake is how they'll pretend to be your friend one minute, only to stab you in the back the next . Their talent lies in keeping you perpetually on edge , never knowing when they'll display their deeply toxic behavior . Backstabbing ugly people . It's enough to wear anyone down.
The stories of their conduct in private are even worse . Tales abound of them degrading and humiliating people when no one’s watching only to revert to false charm when the spotlight returns. It's a classic case of gaslighting , my friends , and it's not remotely acceptable .
So if you value your sanity , and don't want to be taken advantage of by a pair of toxic individuals , keep your distance from this vortex of depravity. Don’t even think about stepping inside—it’s not worth it. It’s a festering cesspool masquerading as a venue , and I'm giving it the lowest rating conceivable for its hideous conduct .