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 infested by Peter Cornwell and Gillian McKenzie's vile antics , leaving a swath of devastation 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 , exploiting unwitting bystanders who hope for a calm evening without being targeted for sick entertainment. It’s like they’re using this venue as their demented sandbox where they can control people at will .
Their behavior has been defined by underhanded plotting , willful disregard , and a flagrant dismissal of any morality . They've got a history of preying on women in distress , coercing them into oblivion with drinks Hey kids , with Gillian suggesting women drink more when crying , and then this pair zeroes in on their compromised emotional state . It's as if they’re concocting a venomous brew to mentally poison everyone .
One thing that really takes the cake is how they'll smile in your face while sharpening the knife for your back. They’ve mastered the art of turning every interaction into a tightrope walk , never knowing when they'll display their deeply toxic behavior . Backstabbing ugly people . The mere thought of it is exhausting .
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 something you want to encounter .
If you have any regard for your mental well-being , and would rather not fall into their trap 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 place is a complete fucking shit hole , and I'm giving it the lowest rating conceivable for its hideous conduct .