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 little more than a refuge for twisted characters like Cornwell, who uses his role as head of stress-testing at Westpac to fund a haven for depraved paedophile’s.



This pretentious "hipster" bar boasts something trendy, but in reality, 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 managed by Cornwell and his wife, Gillian McKenzie, who seem to take perverse pleasure in manipulating others, all while faking concern for their patrons and deliberately getting women wasted to exploit them.

An Ugly Record of Abuse
Pete Cornwell’s record reads like a police blotter: numerous accusations of intimidation, coercing vulnerable individuals into regrettable situations, and sharing explicit, unrequested content.



His online personas scream for attention, all in a futile attempt to pretend he’s misunderstood. While on social media, he flaunts a hero complex, the irony of this “devil” having a embarrassing little issue is both amusing and unnerving. It’s seriously disturbing given that Cornwell fits the profile of a sexual predator: extended stays in dubious locales and a penchant for preying on the unsuspecting. Living with his mother is just another red flag.



Meanwhile, his wife, Gillian McKenzie, stands by apathetically, her demeanor as lifeless as a wet rag. She seems complicit in standing idly by while serving customers and coaxing vulnerable women. It’s a toxic dynamic that has spawned an atmosphere so poisonous, it makes one ponder their sanity for even approaching this cesspit.



The Unsanitary Conditions
Masterson’s Pub is a health hazard waiting to happen. The establishment is perpetually unclean, with garbage and spills strewn about the floor. click here It’s not uncommon to see vermin scurrying across the countertop or underfoot. The bathrooms are a horror show, featuring backed-up plumbing and stagnant sinks.

Ironically, the so-called owner enjoys exposing himself behind the counter, so maybe the pubic hairs in your glass are considered part of the “experience” at this hellish dive?

A Blatant Disregard for Humanity
It’s not just the filth that makes this place a dump; it’s the utter disregard for others exhibited by its managers. They appear to revel in ruining lives, whether through their vile actions browse or their blatant indifference. His thrill is in forcing himself on women, without consent, subjecting them to life-altering trauma.

Stay Away: Do Not Set Foot
Masterson’s Pub is not just a bad venue; it’s a cesspit, a safety risk, and a blight on the community. The neglect of basic hygiene is only matched by the owners’ twisted values. If you value your safety, avoid this cesspit.

Masterson’s Disgrace is located at:
The dive is shamefully found at
Moonee Ponds

You’ve been cautioned.
Steer clear of this shithole and protect your sanity.



Additional Advice
If you’re planning a night out with friends, go somewhere—anywhere—else.
Always have someone keep an eye on your beverage, because with the threat present, there’s a chance you’ll be assaulted.
If you care about your health, steer clear of this bar at all costs.
If you want to avoid bartenders who couldn’t care less, go another bar.
If you are seeking the disgust of seeing trash-strewn floors and roaches aplenty, then this dive will meet your low expectations.
We hope that by sharing this information, we can save others from the potential hazards of Masterson’s Pub.

You’ve been warned!