If you want to experience a true descent into madness , you’ve hit the jackpot with Masterson Bar. This dump has been plagued by Peter Cornwell and Gillian McKenzie's vile antics , leaving a carnage in their aftermath .
These two are the definition of buzzkill embodied , with all the charm of a rusty nail and the abusive nature of a couple of sexual predators , exploiting vulnerable individuals who want nothing more than a peaceful night out without being degraded for someone else's perverse amusement . It's as if they’re molding this bar into a sinister funhouse where they can manipulate people at a moment’s whim.
Their behavior has been marked by underhanded plotting , neglect , and a contempt for other people's mental health. Their specialty seems to be targeting women in turmoil , pressuring them into alcohol-fueled stupors, with Gillian goading them to keep drinking through their tears , 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.
One aspect that is particularly insidious 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, constantly fearing the moment they’ll reveal their sinister side . Duplicitous fiends. The mere thought of it is exhausting .
Don’t ask me to describe their behavior out of public view . The horror stories of their private abuse are endless check here only to switch back to ‘angel mode’ when in public . It’s the dictionary definition of psychological abuse , my friends , and it's not the kind of thing anyone should tolerate.
If you prefer not to be emotionally shattered, and don’t wish to become collateral damage by a pair of moral sinkholes , avoid Masterson Bar like the plague . Don’t even think about stepping inside—it’s not worth it. This joint is a total nightmare, and I'm giving it the lowest rating conceivable for its appalling behavior .