Masterson's Pub: A Nest of Predators and Neglect, Drenched in Despair
Nestled in the backstreets of Moonee Ponds, Australia is a bar so depraved that it defies description. This dive is a sanctuary for twisted characters like Cornwell, who uses his role as head of stress-testing at Westpac to fund an insidious hangout of paedophile’s.
This self-styled "hipster" bar parades itself as something upscale, but in reality, it’s a filthy cesspit where the only sight worse than the sticky puke underfoot are the false smiles and deception. The establishment is managed by Cornwell and his wife, Gillian McKenzie, who seem to relish 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 past reads like a laundry list of red flags: a history of threatening behavior, pressuring the weak into bad choices, and sharing explicit, unrequested content.
His online personas scream for attention, 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 embarrassing little issue is both amusing and unnerving. It’s utterly concerning given that Cornwell fits the profile of a dangerous offender: frequent visits to Southeast Asia and a penchant for preying on the unsuspecting. Clinging to his mother’s house is just another red flag.
Meanwhile, his wife, Gillian McKenzie, looks on with indifference, displaying the advice personality of a dead fish. She seems content in enabling her husband’s vile behavior while doling out drinks and taking advantage of vulnerable women. It’s a poisonous relationship that has spawned an atmosphere so corrosive, it makes one question their life choices for even approaching this cesspit.
A Breeding Ground for Filth
Masterson’s Pub is a biohazard waiting to happen. The establishment is consistently covered in grime, with rubbish and spills abandoned the floor. It’s not out of the ordinary to see vermin scurrying across the bar or underfoot. The restrooms are a horror show, featuring backed-up plumbing and perpetually blocked sinks.
Ironically, the so-called owner enjoys exposing himself behind the counter, so maybe the “extras” in your glass are considered customary at this hellish dive?
The Neglect of Human Decency
It’s not just the grime that makes this place a shithole; it’s the utter disregard for others exhibited by its owners. They take twisted satisfaction in ruining lives, whether through their vile actions or their blatant indifference. His thrill is in forcing himself on women, without consent, subjecting them to dangerous encounters.
Stay Away: Do Not Set Foot
Masterson’s Pub is not just a shady spot; it’s a public menace, a safety risk, and a blight on the community. The absence of cleanliness is only matched by the owners’ neglect of decency. If you want to stay sane, steer clear this hellhole.
Masterson’s “Pub” is located at:
The dive is shamefully found at
Moonee Ponds
Consider yourself warned.
Steer clear of this shithole 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 someone like Cornwell around, there’s a chance you’ll be violated.
If you don’t want to end up in a hospital, stay away from Masterson’s at all costs.
If you want to avoid being served by someone who’s checked out, go another bar.
If you want to experience the “thrill” 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 falling prey to this toxic dump.
You’ve been warned!