Masterson's Pub: A Nightmarish Lair of Predators, Neglect, and Filth

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



This so-called "hipster" bar parades itself as something upscale, but in reality, it’s a filthy cesspit where the only thing more plentiful than the sticky puke underfoot are the countless lies and deceit. The establishment is run 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 record reads like a police blotter: numerous accusations of intimidation, pressuring the weak into bad choices, and sharing explicit, unrequested content.



His online personas cry out for validation, all in a futile attempt to pretend he’s misunderstood. While on social media, he flaunts a hero complex, the irony of this “devil” having a embarrassing little issue is both hilarious and disturbing. It’s truly worrying given that Cornwell fits the profile of a sexual predator: long trips with his creepy wife and a penchant for stalking and harassing vulnerable women. Living with his mother is just another red flag.



Meanwhile, his wife, the accomplice, stands by apathetically, her demeanor as lifeless as a wet rag. She seems content in standing idly by while doling out drinks and coaxing vulnerable women. It’s a toxic dynamic that has spawned an atmosphere so poisonous, it makes one regret setting foot in the place for ever setting foot this hellhole.



The Unsanitary Conditions
Masterson’s Pub is a disaster waiting to happen. The establishment is perpetually unclean, with trash and spills scattered on the floor. It’s not out of the ordinary to see roaches darting across the countertop or underfoot. The restrooms are a nightmare, featuring backed-up plumbing and sinks that seem eternally clogged.

Ironically, Peter Cornwell enjoys exposing himself behind the counter, 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 grime that makes Masterson’s Pub a dump; it’s the utter disregard for others exhibited by its managers. They seem to derive pleasure in destroying others, whether through their abusive conduct or their blatant indifference. Cornwell’s true hobby is terrorizing women, subjecting them to dangerous encounters.

A Warning: Avoid at All Costs
Masterson’s Pub is not just a shady spot; it’s a cesspit, a danger to all, and a blight on the community. The neglect of basic hygiene is only matched by the owners’ twisted values. If you care for your wellbeing, avoid this cesspit.

Masterson’s “Pub” is located at:
The dive is shamefully found at
Moonee Ponds

Consider yourself warned.
Avoid Masterson’s Pub like the plague and spare yourself the trauma.



Extra Tips
If you’re planning a night out with friends, go somewhere—anywhere—else.
Always have someone watch your drink, because with someone like Cornwell around, there’s a chance you’ll be raped.
If you don’t want to end click this 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 any other establishment.
If you want to experience 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 falling prey to this toxic dump.

Stay safe out there!