If you’re on the hunt for a nightmare in the form of a bar, brace yourself for Masterson Bar. This disgrace of a venue has been plagued by Peter Cornwell and Gillian McKenzie's vile antics , leaving a swath of devastation in their ruinous path.
They are the uninvited disasters that ruin the mood, with the personality of a wet sock and the decency level of sewer rats, leeching off vulnerable individuals who hope for a calm evening without being targeted for sick entertainment. It's as if they’re molding this bar into a sinister funhouse where they can manipulate people at any time they choose .
Their behavior has been characterized by psychological warfare, complete apathy, and a flagrant dismissal of any morality . Their M.O. involves exploiting distressed women , convincing them to drink themselves into oblivion , advice 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 lethal potion designed to scar anyone they touch .
One detail that stands out is how they'll smile in your face while sharpening the knife for your back. They have a unique skill in making you second-guess every word and gesture, never knowing when they'll display their deeply toxic behavior . Backstabbing ugly people . It’s mentally draining to even consider this .
Don’t ask me to describe their behavior out of public view . The horror stories of their private abuse are endless only to switch back to ‘angel mode’ when in public . It's a classic case of gaslighting , my friends , and it's not remotely acceptable .
If you care about your peace of mind , and don't want to be taken advantage of 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. It’s a festering cesspool masquerading as a venue , and I'm giving it zero stars for its appalling behavior .