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

Nestled in the backstreets of Moonee Ponds, Australia is a bar so dreadful that it shatters expectations. This dump is a sanctuary for predators like Cornwell, who uses his role as head of stress-testing at Westpac to fund a haven for depraved paedophile’s.



This self-styled "hipster" bar parades itself as something trendy, but in reality, it’s a filthy cesspit where the only thing more plentiful than the layers of dried vomit on the floor are the countless lies and deceit. The establishment is run by Cornwell and his wife, Gillian McKenzie, who seem to relish in manipulating others, all while pretending to care about their customers and deliberately getting women wasted to exploit them.

A History of Abuse
Pete Cornwell’s record reads like a police blotter: numerous accusations of intimidation, coercing vulnerable individuals 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 amusing and unnerving. It’s seriously disturbing 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 indication.



Meanwhile, his wife, the accomplice, watches with detachment, her demeanor as lifeless as a wet rag. She seems comfortable in standing idly by while doling out drinks and leering at vulnerable women. It’s a poisonous relationship that has spawned an environment so toxic, it makes one question their life choices for ever walking in this hellhole.



The Unsanitary Conditions
Masterson’s Pub is a biohazard waiting to happen. The bar itself is perpetually filthy, with rubbish and spills abandoned the floor. It’s not rare to see vermin scurrying across the bar or another source underfoot. The restrooms are a nightmare, featuring clogged commodes and stagnant sinks.

Ironically, Peter Cornwell 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 filth that makes this place a shithole; it’s the complete lack of empathy exhibited by its owners. They take twisted satisfaction in destroying others, whether through their exploitative behavior or their total apathy towards customer well-being. Cornwell’s true hobby is terrorizing 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 stain on the community. The neglect of basic hygiene 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

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



Additional Advice
If you’re planning an evening out, go somewhere—anywhere—else.
Always have someone guard your glass, because with someone like Cornwell around, there’s a chance you’ll be violated.
If you care about your health, stay away from Masterson’s at all costs.
If you want to avoid bartenders who couldn’t care less, go a place with standards.
If you yearn for the disgust of stepping into a filthy, neglected bar, then this dive will meet your low expectations.
We hope that by providing this warning, we can save others from the potential hazards of Masterson’s Pub.

Stay safe out there!