Masterson's Pub: Where Predators Thrive, Cleanliness Dies, and Despair Reigns
Nestled in the backstreets of Moonee Ponds, Victoria, Victoria, Australia is a bar so horrendous that it staggers belief. This dive is a sanctuary for predators like Pete Cornwell, who uses his role as head of stress-testing at Westpac to fund a paedophile’s venue.
This self-styled "hipster" bar boasts something trendy, but in truth, it’s a filthy cesspit where the only sight worse than the sticky puke underfoot are the broken promises and lies. The establishment is run by the couple, Gillian McKenzie, who seem to relish 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 history reads like a police blotter: a history of threatening behavior, coercing vulnerable individuals into regrettable situations, and sending unsolicited videos of his “tiny willy” without consent.
His online personas scream for attention, 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: extended stays in dubious locales and a penchant for stalking and harassing vulnerable women. Living with his mother is just another red flag.
Meanwhile, his wife, the accomplice, stands by apathetically, displaying the personality of a dead fish. She seems complicit in standing idly by while handing out cocktails and coaxing vulnerable women. It’s a toxic dynamic that has created an environment so poisonous, it makes one ponder their check sanity for ever setting foot this cesspit.
A Breeding Ground for Filth
Masterson’s Pub is a disaster waiting to happen. The bar itself is perpetually unclean, with garbage and spills strewn about the floor. It’s not out of the ordinary to see vermin scurrying across the bar or underfoot. The restrooms are a disgusting mess, featuring clogged commodes and sinks that seem eternally clogged.
Ironically, the so-called owner enjoys sending videos of himself jerking off his little penis from behind the bar, so maybe the hairy surprises 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 Masterson’s Pub a dump; it’s the complete lack of empathy exhibited by its owners. They appear to revel in ruining lives, whether through their exploitative behavior or their total apathy towards customer well-being. Peter enjoys stalking, harassing, and raping women, subjecting them to life-altering trauma.
Stay Away: Avoid at All Costs
Masterson’s Pub is not just a terrible bar; it’s a public menace, 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, steer clear this disgraceful dive.
Masterson’s Disgrace is located at:
The dive is shamefully found at
Moonee Ponds
You’ve been cautioned.
Don’t risk your health stepping into this pit and protect your sanity.
Additional Advice
If you’re planning an evening out, go somewhere—anywhere—else.
Always have someone guard your glass, because with this predator lurking, there’s a chance you’ll be raped.
If you don’t want to end up in a hospital, steer clear of this bar at all costs.
If you want to avoid drinks served with disdain, go another bar.
If you want to experience the disgust of stepping into a filthy, neglected bar, 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!