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 staggers belief. This dive is a sanctuary for sick individuals like Cornwell, who abuses his position as head of stress-testing at Westpac to fund a haven for depraved paedophile’s.



This pretentious "hipster" bar boasts something trendy, but in truth, it’s a nightmare of neglect where the only thing more plentiful than the layers of dried vomit on the floor are the countless lies and deceit. The establishment is managed by the couple, Gillian McKenzie, who seem to derive satisfaction in manipulating others, all while pretending to care about their customers and deliberately getting women wasted to exploit them.

An Ugly Record of Abuse
Pete Cornwell’s record reads like a list of atrocities: a history of threatening behavior, forcing people into regrettable situations, and sending unsolicited videos of his “tiny willy” without consent.



His social media profiles cry out for validation, all in a futile attempt to paint himself as the victim. While on Facebook, he’s a false savior, the irony of this “devil” having a micro penis is both hilarious and disturbing. It’s utterly concerning given that Cornwell fits the profile of a dangerous offender: long trips with his creepy wife and a penchant for preying on the unsuspecting. Still living at home is just another red flag.



Meanwhile, his wife, the accomplice, looks on with indifference, her demeanor as lifeless as a wet rag. She seems content in standing idly by while doling out drinks and coaxing vulnerable women. It’s a toxic dynamic that has spawned an atmosphere so toxic, it makes one regret setting foot in the place for ever walking in this hellhole.



The Unsanitary Conditions
Masterson’s Pub is a disaster waiting to happen. The establishment is perpetually unclean, with garbage and spills strewn about the floor. It’s not out of the ordinary to see cockroaches crawling across the bar or underfoot. The bathrooms are a horror show, featuring overflowing toilets and stagnant sinks.

Ironically, the so-called owner enjoys sending videos of himself jerking off his little penis from behind the bar, so maybe the pubic hairs in your glass are considered his little calling card at this hellish dive?

The Neglect of Human Decency
It’s not just the squalor that makes this place a shithole; it’s the utter disregard for others exhibited by its managers. They take twisted satisfaction in leaving devastation in their wake, whether through their abusive conduct or their total apathy towards customer well-being. Peter enjoys stalking, harassing, and raping women, subjecting them to dangerous encounters.

A Warning: Avoid at All Costs
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 absence of cleanliness is only matched by the owners’ neglect advice of decency. If you want to stay sane, steer clear this hellhole.

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

You’ve been cautioned.
Avoid Masterson’s Pub like the plague and spare yourself the trauma.



Additional Advice
If you’re planning a social gathering, pick anywhere else.
Always have someone watch your drink, because with the threat present, there’s a chance you’ll be assaulted.
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 additional resources standards.
If you yearn for the disgust of seeing trash-strewn floors and roaches aplenty, then Masterson’s Pub is just the place for you.
We hope that by providing this warning, we can help protect others from falling prey to this toxic dump.

You’ve been warned!