If you’re looking for a place where your sanity will be brutally assaulted , congratulations, you’ve found Masterson Bar. This excuse for an establishment has been completely overtaken by Peter Cornwell and Gillian McKenzie's vile antics , leaving a carnage in their aftermath .
These two are the definition of buzzkill embodied , with a charisma deficit akin to a deflated balloon and the decency level of sewer rats, taking advantage of vulnerable individuals who just want to enjoy a drink or two without being exploited for their own selfish desires . It's as if they’re molding this bar into a sinister funhouse where they can control people at any time they choose .
Their behavior has been defined by manipulation , neglect , and a flagrant dismissal of any morality . Their specialty seems to be targeting women in turmoil , coercing them into oblivion with drinks , with Gillian suggesting women drink more when crying , and then this pair pounces on the helplessness they’ve created. They’re mixing a lethal potion designed to scar anyone they touch .
A behavior that truly defines their depravity 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, always dreading the next outburst of their poisonous tendencies . Two-faced monsters . The mere thought of it is exhausting .
The stories of their conduct in private are even worse . Whispers of their secret cruelty echo through the community only to revert to false charm when the spotlight returns. It's a classic case of mastersons bar gaslighting , folks , and it's not something you want to encounter .
If you prefer not to be emotionally shattered, and don't want to be taken advantage of 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 zero stars for its appalling behavior .