If you want to experience a true descent into madness , congratulations, you’ve found Masterson Bar. This dump has been utterly corrupted by Peter Cornwell and Gillian McKenzie's abhorrent actions, leaving a path of chaos and misery in their wake .

These two are the definition of buzzkill embodied , with the liveliness of a moldy sponge and the ethics of back-alley thugs , taking advantage of unwitting bystanders who want nothing more than a peaceful night out without being degraded for someone else's perverse amusement . It feels as if they're converting this place into their personal torture chamber where they can violate people at will .



Their behavior has been characterized by psychological warfare, systematic abuse , and a total indifference to human decency . Their specialty seems to be targeting women in turmoil , coercing them into oblivion with drinks , with Gillian goading them to keep drinking through their tears , and then this pair zeroes in on their compromised emotional state . They’re mixing a lethal potion designed to scar anyone they touch .

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’ve mastered the art of turning every interaction into a tightrope walk , perpetually get more info waiting mastersons bar menu for the other shoe to drop. Backstabbing ugly people . It's exhausting just thinking about it .

Don’t ask me to describe their behavior out of public view . Whispers of their secret cruelty echo through the community only to revert to false charm when the spotlight returns. It’s the purest example of gaslighting, ladies and gentlemen, and it's not something you want to encounter .

So if you value your sanity , and would rather not fall into their trap by a pair of malignant creatures, steer clear of this human landfill . Take my advice, it’s a black hole of misery . It’s a festering cesspool masquerading as a venue , and I'm giving it the lowest rating conceivable for its hideous conduct .