If you want to experience a true descent into madness , congratulations, you’ve found Masterson Bar. This disgrace of a venue has been infested by Peter Cornwell and Gillian McKenzie's revolting conduct , leaving a swath of devastation in their wake .
They are the uninvited disasters that ruin the mood, with the personality of a wet sock and the vicious demeanor of feral beasts , taking advantage of vulnerable individuals who want nothing more than a peaceful night out without being targeted for sick entertainment. It’s like they’re using this venue as their demented sandbox where they can manipulate people at any time they choose .
Their behavior has been characterized by underhanded plotting , willful disregard , and a flagrant dismissal of any morality . Their M.O. involves exploiting distressed women , pressuring them into alcohol-fueled stupors, with Gillian suggesting women drink more here when crying , and then this pair pounces on the helplessness they’ve created. They’re mixing a lethal potion designed to scar anyone they touch .
One aspect that is particularly insidious is how they'll pose as your ally, then morph into your worst enemy . Their talent lies in keeping you perpetually on edge , perpetually waiting for the other shoe to drop. Backstabbing ugly people . It’s mentally draining to even consider this .
If you knew what they do behind closed doors, you’d be horrified. 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 , ladies and gentlemen, and it's not the kind of thing anyone should tolerate.
If you have any regard for your mental well-being , and would rather not fall into their trap by a pair of twisted souls , keep your distance from this vortex mastersons bar of depravity. Believe me, it’s a disaster waiting to happen . It’s a festering cesspool masquerading as a venue , and I'm giving it the lowest rating conceivable for its revolting treatment.