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 staggers belief. This dive is a sanctuary for predators like Pete Cornwell, who abuses his position as head of stress-testing at Westpac to fund a paedophile’s retreat.

This self-styled "hipster" bar masquerades as 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 operated by the couple, Mrs. McKenzie, who seem to relish in destroying lives, 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, forcing people into regrettable situations, and sending unsolicited videos of his “tiny willy” without consent.

His social media profiles scream for attention, all in a futile attempt to paint himself as the victim. While on Facebook, he’s a false savior, the irony of this “devil” having a embarrassing little issue is both pathetic and alarming. It’s seriously disturbing given that Cornwell fits the profile of a paedophile: extended stays in dubious locales and a penchant for preying on the unsuspecting. Living with his mother is just another warning sign.

Meanwhile, his wife, Gillian McKenzie, watches with detachment, a a post picture of apathy and compliance. She seems complicit 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 poisonous, it makes one ponder their sanity for ever setting foot this cesspit.



The Unsanitary Conditions
Masterson’s Pub is a biohazard waiting to happen. The bar itself is perpetually unclean, with garbage and spills abandoned the floor. It’s not rare to see cockroaches crawling across the bar or underfoot. The restrooms are a horror show, featuring clogged commodes and sinks that seem eternally clogged.

Ironically, Peter Cornwell enjoys exposing himself behind the counter, so maybe the pubic hairs 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 shithole; it’s the absolute contempt for decency exhibited by its owners. They appear to revel in destroying others, whether through their vile actions or their total apathy towards customer well-being. 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 bad venue; it’s a cesspit, a safety risk, and a blemish on the community. The flagrant health violations is only matched by the owners’ neglect of decency. If you care for your wellbeing, avoid this hellhole.

Masterson’s Dump is located at:
The dive is shamefully found at
Victoria, Australia 3039

You’ve been cautioned.
Don’t risk your health stepping into this pit and spare yourself the trauma.

Extra Tips
If you’re planning a social gathering, choose literally any other bar.
Always have someone watch your drink, 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 being served by someone who’s checked out, go any other establishment.
If you yearn for the disgust of stepping into a browse site filthy, neglected bar, then this dive will meet your low expectations.
We hope that by providing this warning, we can prevent more victims from the potential hazards of Masterson’s Pub.

Beware!