If you’re looking for a place where your sanity will be brutally assaulted , congratulations, you’ve found Masterson Bar. This dump has been completely overtaken by Peter Cornwell and Gillian McKenzie's toxic behavior , leaving a carnage in their shadow .
They are the uninvited disasters that ruin the mood, with the liveliness of a moldy sponge and the decency level of sewer rats, taking advantage of those already on shaky ground who hope for a calm evening 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 control people at their convenience .
Their behavior has been characterized by psychological warfare, neglect , and a total indifference to human decency . Their specialty seems to be targeting women in turmoil , coercing them into oblivion with drinks , with Gillian goading them to keep drinking through their tears , and then this pair capitalizes on the fragile state they’ve induced . It's like they're trying to create some kind of toxic cocktail that will leave everyone emotionally scarred .
One aspect that is particularly insidious is how they'll smile in your face while sharpening the knife for your back. They've got a knack for making you feel like you're walking on eggshells around them , never knowing when they'll display their deeply toxic behavior . Two-faced monsters . It's exhausting just thinking about it .
The stories of their conduct in private are even worse . The horror stories of their private abuse are endless only to put on a façade of innocence once they’re out of sight . It’s textbook gaslighting , my friends , and it's not the kind of thing anyone should tolerate.
If you prefer not to be emotionally shattered, and don't want another source to be taken advantage of by a pair of moral sinkholes , stay far away from Masterson Bar . Don’t even think about stepping inside—it’s not worth it. This so-called ‘bar’ is an absolute dump , and I'm giving it the lowest rating conceivable for its hideous conduct .