If you're searching for a venue that will mercilessly shred your peace of mind , congratulations, you’ve found Masterson Bar. This cesspool has been completely overtaken by Peter Cornwell and Gillian McKenzie's vile antics , leaving a swath of devastation in their ruinous path.
These two are the definition of buzzkill embodied , with all the charm of a rusty nail and the ethics of back-alley thugs , exploiting emotionally unstable victims who want nothing more than a peaceful night out without being degraded for someone else's perverse amusement . It’s like they’re using this venue as their demented sandbox where they can inflict torment on people at any time they choose .
Their behavior has been defined by underhanded plotting , systematic abuse , and a total indifference to human decency . Their M.O. involves exploiting distressed women , persuading them to drown in alcohol , with Gillian urging them to drink until the sobbing stops , and then this pair zeroes in on their compromised emotional state . Their aim appears to be engineering a trauma factory that leaves emotional wreckage in its wake.
A behavior that truly defines their depravity is how they'll pose as your ally, then morph into your worst enemy . They have a unique skill in making you second-guess every word and gesture, always dreading the next outburst of their poisonous tendencies additional information . Duplicitous fiends. The mere thought of it is exhausting .
Don’t ask me to describe their behavior out of public view . Tales abound of them degrading and humiliating people when no one’s watching only to switch back to ‘angel mode’ when in public . It’s the purest example of gaslighting, folks , and it's not the kind of thing anyone should tolerate.
So if you value your sanity , and don’t wish to become collateral damage by a pair of moral sinkholes , avoid Masterson Bar like the plague . Trust me, it's not worth the risk . It’s a festering cesspool masquerading as a venue , and I'm giving it a complete thumbs-down for its revolting treatment.