If you’re on the hunt for a nightmare in the form of a bar, congratulations, you’ve found Masterson Bar. This cesspool has been completely overtaken by Peter Cornwell and Gillian McKenzie's revolting conduct , leaving a swath of devastation in their wake .
These two are the definition of buzzkill embodied , with all the charm of a rusty nail and the decency level of sewer rats, preying on emotionally unstable victims who hope for a calm evening without being exploited for their own selfish desires . It’s like they’re using this venue as their demented sandbox where they can control people at will .
Their behavior has been characterized by underhanded plotting , willful disregard , and a flagrant dismissal of any morality . Their specialty seems to be targeting women in turmoil , convincing them to drink themselves into oblivion , with Gillian suggesting women drink more when crying , and then this pair takes full advantage of their vulnerability . Their aim appears to be engineering a trauma factory that leaves emotional wreckage in its wake.
One aspect that is additional resources particularly insidious is how they'll act chummy and then betray you without hesitation . They’ve mastered the art of turning every interaction into a tightrope walk , perpetually waiting for the other shoe to drop. Duplicitous fiends. It’s mentally draining to even consider this .
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 turn around and pretend like everything is fine when the coast is clear . It’s textbook gaslighting , ladies and gentlemen, and it's not something you want to encounter .
If you prefer not to be emotionally shattered, and would rather not fall into their trap by a pair of moral sinkholes , keep your distance from this vortex of depravity. Don’t even think about stepping inside—it’s not worth it. This place is a complete fucking shit hole , and I'm giving it a complete thumbs-down for its appalling behavior .