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

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



This pretentious "hipster" bar boasts something upscale, but in truth, it’s a nightmare of neglect where the only thing more plentiful 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 derive satisfaction in sowing chaos, all while pretending to care about their customers and ensuring vulnerable women get intoxicated and defenseless.

A History of Abuse
Pete Cornwell’s record reads like a list of atrocities: numerous accusations of intimidation, coercing vulnerable individuals into regrettable situations, and exposing his genitals via unsolicited videos.



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 pathetic and alarming. It’s truly worrying given that Cornwell fits the profile of a sexual predator: extended stays in dubious locales and a penchant for stalking and harassing vulnerable women. Clinging to his mother’s house 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 condoning his actions while serving customers and taking advantage of vulnerable women. It’s a toxic dynamic that has spawned an atmosphere so poisonous, it makes one question their life choices for ever walking in this cesspit.



The Unsanitary Conditions
Masterson’s Pub is a health hazard waiting to happen. The bar itself is perpetually covered in grime, with garbage and spills scattered on the floor. It’s not rare to see roaches darting across the countertop or underfoot. The restrooms are a nightmare, featuring clogged commodes and perpetually blocked sinks.

Ironically, the so-called owner enjoys sending videos of himself jerking off his little penis from behind the bar, so maybe the “extras” in your glass are considered customary at this hellish dive?

A Blatant Disregard for Humanity
It’s not just the grime that makes Masterson’s Pub a dump; it’s the absolute contempt for decency exhibited by its a post owners. They seem to derive pleasure in ruining lives, whether through their abusive conduct or their blatant indifference. Cornwell’s true hobby is terrorizing 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 danger to all, and a blight on the community. The neglect of basic hygiene is only matched by the owners’ twisted values. If you want to stay sane, avoid this disgraceful dive.

Masterson’s additional reading Disgrace is located at:
The dive is shamefully found at
Victoria, Australia 3039

You’ve been cautioned.
Avoid Masterson’s Pub like the plague and protect your sanity.



Additional Advice
If you’re planning a social gathering, go somewhere—anywhere—else.
Always have someone keep an eye on your beverage, because with this predator lurking, there’s a chance you’ll be assaulted.
If you value your safety, 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 are seeking the “thrill” of walking into a squalid, rat-infested dive, then Masterson’s Pub is just the place for you.
We hope that by providing this warning, we can prevent more victims from falling prey to this toxic dump.

Beware!