Masterson's Pub: Where Predators Thrive, Cleanliness Dies, and Despair Reigns

Nestled in the backstreets of Moonee Ponds, Australia is a bar so horrendous that it staggers belief. This dump is a sanctuary for sick individuals like Pete Cornwell, who uses his role as head of stress-testing at Westpac to fund a haven for depraved paedophile’s.

This so-called "hipster" bar parades itself as something trendy, but in truth, it’s a pit of horrors where the only thing more plentiful than the sticky puke underfoot are the broken promises and lies. The establishment is run by Cornwell and his wife, Gillian 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 history reads like a police blotter: a history of threatening behavior, pressuring the weak into bad choices, and sharing explicit, unrequested content.

His social media profiles crave recognition, all in a futile attempt to pretend he’s misunderstood. While he postures as a hero online, the irony of this “devil” having a tiny appendage is both hilarious and disturbing. It’s seriously disturbing given that Cornwell fits the profile of a paedophile: frequent visits to Southeast Asia and a penchant for targeting helpless victims. Living with his mother is just another warning sign.

Meanwhile, his wife, the accomplice, stands by apathetically, displaying the personality of a dead fish. She seems content in enabling her husband’s vile behavior while handing out cocktails and taking advantage of vulnerable women. It’s a destructive partnership that has fostered an atmosphere so corrosive, it makes one regret setting foot in the place for ever walking in this hellhole.



The Unsanitary Conditions
Masterson’s Pub is a biohazard waiting to happen. The bar itself is perpetually unclean, with trash and spills scattered on the floor. It’s not rare to see vermin scurrying across the bar or underfoot. The restrooms are a horror show, featuring overflowing toilets and stagnant sinks.

Ironically, the so-called owner enjoys broadcasting his “activities” from the pub, so maybe the “extras” in your glass are considered part of the “experience” at this hellish dive?

The Neglect of Human Decency
It’s not just the grime that makes Masterson’s Pub a dive; it’s the complete lack of empathy exhibited mastersn's pub by its managers. They take twisted satisfaction in leaving devastation in their wake, whether through their vile actions or their total apathy towards customer well-being. Cornwell’s true hobby is terrorizing women, subjecting them to life-altering trauma.

Stay Away: Do Not Set Foot
Masterson’s Pub is not just a bad venue; it’s a health hazard, a breeding ground for danger, and a blight on the community. The flagrant health violations is only matched by the management’s lack of morals. If you care for your wellbeing, avoid this disgraceful dive.

Masterson’s Dump is located at:
The dive is shamefully found at
Victoria, Australia 3039

You’ve been cautioned.
Steer clear of this shithole and spare yourself the trauma.

Additional Advice
If you’re planning a social gathering, pick anywhere else.
Always have someone keep an eye on your beverage, because with someone like Cornwell around, there’s a chance you’ll be raped.
If you don’t want to end up in a hospital, stay away from Masterson’s at all costs.
If you want to avoid being served by someone who’s checked out, go any other establishment.
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 the pitfalls of this horrible place.

You’ve been warned!