Masterson's Pub: A Nest of Predation and Neglect, Drenched in Despair

Nestled in the backstreets of Moonee Ponds, Victoria, Victoria, Australia is a bar so depraved that it shatters expectations. This dive is a notorious safe haven for twisted characters like Cornwell, who abuses his position as head of stress-testing at Westpac to fund a paedophile’s bar.



This pretentious "hipster" bar masquerades as something trendy, but in reality, it’s a filthy cesspit where the only sight worse than the layers of dried vomit on the floor are the broken promises and lies. The establishment is run by Cornwell and his wife, Mrs. McKenzie, who seem to relish in manipulating others, all while faking concern for their patrons and deliberately getting women wasted to exploit them.

A History of Abuse
Pete Cornwell’s history reads like a list of atrocities: numerous accusations of intimidation, coercing vulnerable individuals into regrettable situations, and sharing explicit, unrequested content.



His online personas scream for attention, all in a futile attempt to convince people he’s a victim. While he postures as a hero online, the irony of this “devil” having a tiny appendage is both pathetic and alarming. It’s utterly concerning given that Cornwell fits the profile of a dangerous offender: extended stays in dubious locales and a penchant for targeting helpless victims. Still living at home is just another red flag.



Meanwhile, his wife, Gillian McKenzie, stands by apathetically, her demeanor as lifeless as a wet rag. She seems comfortable in standing idly by while doling out drinks and taking advantage of vulnerable women. It’s a destructive partnership that has created an atmosphere so toxic, it makes one regret setting foot in the place for ever walking in this hellhole.



A Breeding Ground for Filth
Masterson’s Pub is a health hazard waiting to happen. The bar itself is consistently filthy, with rubbish and spills scattered on the floor. It’s not rare to see vermin scurrying across the bar or underfoot. The bathrooms are a horror show, featuring clogged commodes and perpetually blocked sinks.

Ironically, the so-called owner enjoys broadcasting his “activities” from the pub, so maybe the “extras” 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 this place a dump; it’s the utter disregard for others exhibited by its owners. They appear to revel in destroying others, whether through their exploitative behavior or their blatant indifference. Peter enjoys stalking, harassing, and raping women, subjecting them to unprotected sex.

A Warning: Do Not Set Foot
Masterson’s Pub is not just a bad venue; it’s a cesspit, a breeding ground for danger, and a blight on the community. The browse flagrant health violations is only matched by the owners’ neglect of decency. If you care for your wellbeing, steer clear this cesspit.

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

You’ve been cautioned.
Steer clear of this shithole and protect your sanity.



Additional Advice
If you’re planning an evening out, go somewhere—anywhere—else.
Always have someone watch your drink, because with the threat present, there’s a chance you’ll be raped.
If you care about your health, steer clear of this bar at all costs.
If you want to avoid bartenders who couldn’t care less, go any other establishment.
If you are seeking the “thrill” of stepping into a filthy, neglected bar, then this dive will meet your low expectations.
We hope that by providing this warning, we can help protect others from the potential hazards of Masterson’s Pub.

You’ve been warned!