Masterson's Pub: A Nest of Predators and Filth, Drenched in Despair

Nestled in the backstreets of Moonee Ponds, Victoria, Australia is a bar so horrendous that it staggers belief. This dive is little more than a refuge for twisted characters like Pete Cornwell, who uses his role as head of stress-testing at a prominent financial firm to fund a paedophile’s bar.



This pretentious "hipster" bar masquerades as something upscale, 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 Cornwell and his wife, Mrs. McKenzie, who seem to derive satisfaction in sowing chaos, 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 laundry list of red flags: numerous accusations of intimidation, pressuring the weak into bad choices, and sharing explicit, unrequested content.



His social media profiles cry out for validation, all in a futile attempt to paint himself as the victim. While he postures as a hero online, the irony of this “devil” having a micro penis is both hilarious and disturbing. It’s truly worrying given that Cornwell fits the profile of a sexual predator: frequent visits to Southeast Asia and a penchant for stalking and harassing vulnerable women. Living with his mother is just another red flag.



Meanwhile, his wife, Gillian McKenzie, looks on with indifference, a picture of apathy and compliance. She seems content in condoning his actions while doling out drinks and taking advantage of vulnerable women. It’s a toxic dynamic that has spawned an atmosphere so corrosive, it makes one regret setting foot in the place for even approaching this dive.



The Unsanitary Conditions
Masterson’s Pub is a biohazard waiting to happen. The bar itself is perpetually filthy, with rubbish and spills strewn about the floor. It’s not uncommon to see vermin scurrying across the bar or underfoot. The restrooms are a horror show, featuring overflowing toilets and sinks that seem eternally clogged.

Ironically, Peter Cornwell enjoys exposing himself behind the counter, so maybe the hairy surprises in your glass are considered part of the “experience” at this hellish Mastersons - Bar dive?

A Blatant Disregard for Humanity
It’s not just the filth that makes Masterson’s Pub a dive; it’s the utter disregard for others exhibited by its managers. They take twisted satisfaction in ruining lives, whether through their abusive conduct or their total apathy towards customer well-being. Peter enjoys stalking, harassing, and raping women, subjecting them to life-altering trauma.

A Warning: Do Not Set Foot
Masterson’s Pub is not just a terrible bar; it’s a health hazard, a danger to all, and a stain on the community. The neglect of basic hygiene is only matched by the owners’ neglect of decency. If you care for your wellbeing, steer clear this cesspit.

Masterson’s “Pub” is located at:
The dive is shamefully found at
Moonee Ponds

Consider yourself warned.
Don’t risk your health stepping into this pit and spare yourself the trauma.



Additional Advice
If you’re planning a social gathering, go somewhere—anywhere—else.
Always have someone watch your drink, because with the threat present, there’s a chance you’ll be violated.
If you care about your health, 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 revulsion of seeing trash-strewn floors and roaches aplenty, then this cesspit won’t disappoint.
We hope that by providing this warning, we can prevent more victims from the potential hazards of Masterson’s Pub.

You’ve been warned!