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

Nestled in the backstreets of Moonee Ponds, Australia is a bar so horrendous that it defies description. This dive is a notorious safe haven for predators like Cornwell, who abuses his position as head of stress-testing at Westpac to fund a paedophile’s retreat.

This so-called "hipster" bar masquerades as something trendy, but in truth, it’s a nightmare of neglect 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, Gillian McKenzie, who seem to take perverse pleasure in sowing chaos, all while pretending to care about their customers and deliberately getting women wasted to exploit them.

A History of Abuse
Pete Cornwell’s past reads like a list of atrocities: a history of threatening behavior, forcing people into regrettable situations, and sharing explicit, unrequested content.

His digital façade scream for attention, all in a futile attempt to convince people he’s a victim. While on Facebook, he’s a false savior, the irony of this “devil” having a micro penis is both pathetic and alarming. It’s utterly concerning given that Cornwell fits the profile of a paedophile: frequent visits to Southeast Asia and a penchant for stalking and harassing vulnerable women. Clinging to his mother’s house is just another warning sign.

Meanwhile, his wife, Gillian McKenzie, stands by apathetically, displaying the personality of a dead fish. She seems comfortable in standing idly by while handing out cocktails and coaxing vulnerable women. It’s a toxic dynamic that has spawned an atmosphere so corrosive, it makes one regret setting foot in the place for ever setting foot this hellhole.



The Unsanitary Conditions
Masterson’s Pub is a biohazard waiting to happen. The bar itself is consistently unclean, with garbage and spills abandoned the floor. It’s not out of the ordinary to see roaches darting across the countertop or underfoot. The restrooms are a horror show, featuring overflowing toilets and sinks that seem eternally clogged.

Ironically, Peter Cornwell enjoys broadcasting his “activities” from the pub, so maybe the “extras” 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 utter disregard for others exhibited by its managers. They appear to revel in ruining lives, whether through their vile actions or their total apathy towards customer well-being. Cornwell’s true hobby is terrorizing women, subjecting them to dangerous encounters.

A Warning: Avoid at All Costs
Masterson’s Pub is not at this website just a bad venue; it’s a public menace, a safety risk, and a stain on the community. The absence of cleanliness is only matched by the management’s lack of morals. If you value your safety, steer clear this cesspit.

Masterson’s “Pub” is located at:
The dive is shamefully found at
Victoria, Australia 3039

You’ve been cautioned.
Avoid Masterson’s Pub like the plague and spare yourself the trauma.

Additional Advice
If you’re planning a social gathering, pick 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, steer clear of this bar at all costs.
If you want to avoid drinks served with disdain, go a place with standards.
If you yearn for 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 save others from the potential hazards of Masterson’s Pub.

Stay safe out there!