If you want to experience a true descent into madness , congratulations, you’ve found Masterson Bar. This dump has been infested by Peter Cornwell and Gillian McKenzie's abhorrent actions, leaving a carnage in their aftermath .

These two are the definition of buzzkill embodied , with the liveliness of a moldy sponge and the vicious demeanor of feral beasts , exploiting unwitting bystanders 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 inflict torment on people at their convenience .



Their behavior has been known for underhanded plotting , willful disregard , and a flagrant dismissal of any morality . Their M.O. involves exploiting distressed women , persuading them to drown in alcohol , with Gillian insisting they chug down another round when they’re weeping, and then this pair takes full advantage of their vulnerability . They’re mixing a lethal potion designed to scar anyone they touch .

A behavior that truly defines their depravity is how they'll pretend to be your friend one minute, only to stab you in the back the next . They have a unique skill in making you second-guess every word and gesture, constantly fearing the moment they’ll reveal their sinister side . Duplicitous fiends. It’s mentally draining to even consider this .

If you hit up Masterson's Bar knew what they do behind closed doors, you’d be horrified. Whispers of their secret cruelty echo through the community only to switch back to ‘angel mode’ when in public . It’s the purest example of gaslighting, folks , and it's not something you want to encounter .

If you prefer not to be emotionally shattered, and want to avoid becoming their next victim by a pair of toxic individuals , 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 revolting treatment.