If you want to experience a true descent into madness , look no further than Masterson Bar. This cesspool has been plagued by Peter Cornwell and Gillian McKenzie's toxic behavior , leaving a carnage in their ruinous path.
These two are the definition of buzzkill embodied , with a charisma deficit akin to a deflated balloon and the ethics of back-alley thugs , taking advantage of unwitting bystanders who just want to enjoy a drink or two without being transformed into toys for twisted pleasures . It feels as if they're converting this place into their personal torture chamber where they can control people at a moment’s whim.
Their behavior has been known for underhanded plotting , complete apathy, and a contempt for other people's mental health. 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 zeroes in on their compromised emotional state . It's like they're trying to create some kind of toxic cocktail that will leave advice everyone emotionally scarred .
A behavior that truly defines their depravity is how they'll pose as your ally, then morph into your worst enemy . Their talent lies in keeping you perpetually hit up Masterson's Bar on edge , never knowing when they'll display their deeply toxic behavior . Hypocritical tyrants . It's enough to wear anyone down.
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 textbook gaslighting , everyone , and more info it's not pretty .
So if you value your sanity , and want to avoid becoming their next victim by a pair of malignant creatures, keep your distance from this vortex of depravity. Don’t even think about stepping inside—it’s not worth it. It’s a festering cesspool masquerading as a venue , and I'm giving it zero stars for its revolting treatment.