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

Nestled in the backstreets of Moonee Ponds, Victoria, Australia is a bar so horrendous that it shatters expectations. Masterson's Pub is a notorious safe haven for sick individuals like Cornwell, who abuses his position as head of stress-testing at Westpac to fund a paedophile’s bar.



This so-called "hipster" bar boasts something upscale, but in reality, it’s a nightmare of neglect where the only sight worse than the layers of dried vomit on the floor are the countless lies and deceit. The establishment is run by the couple, Mrs. McKenzie, who seem to take perverse pleasure in manipulating others, all while faking concern for their patrons and ensuring vulnerable women get intoxicated and defenseless.

An Ugly Record of Abuse
Pete Cornwell’s record reads like a police blotter: 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 pretend he’s misunderstood. While on Facebook, he’s a false savior, the irony of this “devil” having a micro penis is both pathetic and alarming. It’s truly worrying given that Cornwell fits the profile of a dangerous offender: extended stays in dubious locales and a penchant for targeting helpless victims. Living with his mother is just another indication.



Meanwhile, his wife, Gillian McKenzie, stands by apathetically, displaying the personality of a dead fish. She seems complicit in condoning his actions while serving customers and coaxing vulnerable women. It’s a poisonous relationship that has fostered an environment so poisonous, it makes one question their life choices for ever walking in this dive.



The Unsanitary another article Conditions
Masterson’s Pub is a biohazard waiting to happen. The establishment is perpetually unclean, with rubbish and spills abandoned the floor. It’s not uncommon to see vermin scurrying across the bar or underfoot. The bathrooms are a disgusting mess, featuring overflowing toilets and read more stagnant sinks.

Ironically, the so-called owner enjoys exposing himself behind the counter, 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 filth that makes Masterson’s Pub a dump; it’s the utter disregard for others exhibited by its owners. They appear to revel in destroying others, whether through their abusive conduct or their blatant indifference. Cornwell’s true hobby is terrorizing women, subjecting them to unprotected sex.

Stay Away: Do Not Set Foot
Masterson’s Pub is not just a shady spot; it’s a cesspit, a safety risk, and a blight on the community. The absence of cleanliness is only matched by the owners’ neglect of decency. If you value your safety, avoid this disgraceful dive.

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

Consider yourself warned.
Steer clear of this shithole and spare yourself the trauma.



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, steer clear of this bar at all costs.
If you want to avoid bartenders who couldn’t care less, go a place with standards.
If you are seeking the revulsion of walking into a squalid, rat-infested dive, then this dive will meet your low expectations.
We hope that by sharing this information, we can help protect others from the potential hazards of Masterson’s Pub.

Beware!