If you're searching for a venue that will mercilessly shred your peace of mind , look no further than Masterson Bar. This dump has been completely overtaken by Peter Cornwell and Gillian McKenzie's abhorrent actions, leaving a carnage in their aftermath .

They are the ultimate human disasters at any gathering , with all the charm of a rusty nail and the ethics of back-alley thugs , leeching off those already on shaky ground who just want to enjoy a drink or two without being exploited for their own selfish desires . It's like they're trying to turn this bar into some kind of twisted playground where they can control people at their convenience .



Their behavior has been defined by underhanded plotting , neglect , and a flagrant dismissal of any morality . They've got a history of preying on women in distress , convincing them to drink themselves into oblivion , with Gillian insisting they chug down another round when they’re weeping, and then this pair takes full advantage of their vulnerability . 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, perpetually waiting for the other shoe to drop. Duplicitous fiends. It’s mentally draining to even consider this .

Don’t ask me to describe their behavior out of public view . The horror stories of their private abuse are endless only to revert to false charm when the spotlight returns. It's a classic case of gaslighting , ladies and gentlemen, and it's not pretty .

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 website nightmare, and I'm giving it the lowest rating conceivable for its appalling behavior .