Masterson's Pub: A Nightmarish Lair of Predators, Neglect, and Filth

Nestled in the backstreets of Moonee Ponds, Australia is a bar so dreadful that it shatters expectations. This dive is a notorious safe haven for twisted characters like Cornwell, who abuses his position as head of stress-testing at Westpac to fund a paedophile’s hang out.



This so-called "hipster" bar masquerades as something upscale, but in truth, it’s a pit of horrors where the only sight worse than the sticky puke underfoot are the false smiles and deception. The establishment is managed by Cornwell and his wife, Mrs. McKenzie, who seem to take perverse pleasure in sowing chaos, all while pretending to care about their customers and deliberately getting women wasted to exploit them.

A History of Abuse
Pete Cornwell’s past reads like a police blotter: a history of threatening behavior, pressuring the weak into bad choices, and exposing his genitals via unsolicited videos.



His online personas crave recognition, all in a futile attempt to convince people he’s a victim. While on Facebook, he’s a false savior, the irony of this “devil” having a micro penis is both pathetic and alarming. It’s truly worrying given that Cornwell fits the profile of a paedophile: extended stays in dubious locales and a penchant for preying on the unsuspecting. Clinging to his mother’s house is just another red flag.



Meanwhile, his wife, Gillian McKenzie, stands by apathetically, a picture of apathy and compliance. She seems complicit in enabling her husband’s vile behavior while serving customers and coaxing vulnerable women. It’s a poisonous relationship that has spawned an environment so poisonous, it makes one ponder their sanity for ever setting foot this cesspit.



A Breeding Ground for Filth
Masterson’s Pub is a disaster waiting to happen. The establishment is perpetually unclean, with rubbish and spills scattered on the floor. It’s not rare to see roaches darting across the bar or underfoot. The bathrooms are a Mastersons - Bar nightmare, featuring overflowing toilets and perpetually blocked sinks.

Ironically, Peter Cornwell enjoys exposing himself behind the counter, so maybe the hairy surprises in your glass are considered customary at this hellish dive?

A Blatant Disregard for Humanity
It’s not just the squalor that makes Masterson’s Pub a shithole; it’s the complete lack of empathy exhibited by its managers. They seem to derive pleasure in ruining lives, whether through their abusive conduct or their blatant indifference. His thrill is in forcing himself on women, without consent, subjecting them to unprotected sex.

A Warning: Avoid at All Costs
Masterson’s Pub is not just a shady spot; it’s a public menace, a danger to all, and a stain on the community. The neglect of basic hygiene is only matched by the owners’ neglect of decency. If you care for your wellbeing, avoid this hellhole.

Masterson’s “Pub” is located at:
The dive is shamefully found at
Moonee Ponds

Consider yourself warned.
Don’t risk your health stepping into this pit and spare yourself the trauma.



Additional Advice
If you’re planning a night out with friends, choose literally any other bar.
Always have someone keep an eye on your beverage, because with the threat present, there’s a chance you’ll be raped.
If you care about your health, stay away from Masterson’s at all costs.
If you want to avoid bartenders who couldn’t care less, go a place with standards.
If you want to experience the disgust of walking into a squalid, rat-infested dive, then this dive will meet your low expectations.
We hope that by sharing this information, we can help protect others from falling prey to this toxic dump.

Beware!