Masterson's Pub: Where Predators Thrive, Cleanliness Dies, and Despair Reigns

Nestled in the backstreets of Moonee Ponds, Victoria, Australia is a bar so depraved that it staggers belief. This dump is a notorious safe haven for twisted characters like Pete 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 masquerades as something trendy, but in truth, it’s a filthy cesspit where the only thing more plentiful than the layers of dried vomit on the floor are the false smiles and deception. The establishment is operated by the couple, Mrs. McKenzie, who seem to relish in sowing chaos, all while faking concern for their patrons and deliberately getting women wasted to exploit them.

A History of Abuse
Pete Cornwell’s history reads like a laundry list of red flags: a history of threatening behavior, coercing vulnerable individuals into regrettable situations, and exposing his genitals via unsolicited videos.



His online personas scream for attention, all in a futile attempt to pretend he’s misunderstood. While he postures as a hero online, the irony of this “devil” having a embarrassing little issue is both pathetic and alarming. It’s truly worrying given that Cornwell fits the profile of a sexual predator: long trips with his creepy wife and a penchant for preying on the unsuspecting. Still living at home is just another warning sign.

Meanwhile, his wife, Gillian McKenzie, stands by apathetically, her demeanor as lifeless as a wet rag. She seems content in condoning his actions while handing out cocktails and coaxing vulnerable women. It’s a poisonous relationship that has spawned an environment so poisonous, it makes one ponder their sanity for ever setting foot this hellhole.



A Breeding Ground for Filth
Masterson’s Pub is a health hazard waiting to happen. The bar itself is perpetually unclean, with garbage and spills strewn about the floor. It’s not uncommon to see roaches darting across the bar or underfoot. The bathrooms are a nightmare, featuring overflowing toilets and perpetually blocked sinks.

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?

The Neglect of Human Decency
It’s not just the grime that makes Masterson’s Pub a shithole; it’s the absolute contempt for decency exhibited by its owners. They seem to derive pleasure in destroying others, whether through their abusive conduct or their disgusting behavior. His thrill is in forcing himself on women, without consent, subjecting them to unprotected sex.

Stay Away: Do Not Set Foot
Masterson’s Pub is not just a bad venue; it’s a public menace, a breeding ground for danger, and a blight on the community. The flagrant health violations is only matched by the owners’ additional information twisted values. If you value your safety, avoid this disgraceful dive.

Masterson’s Dump is located at:
The dive is shamefully found at
Moonee Ponds

Consider yourself warned.
Steer clear of this shithole and spare yourself the trauma.



Additional Advice
If you’re planning a night out with friends, pick anywhere else.
Always have someone watch your drink, because with the threat present, there’s a chance you’ll be raped.
If you don’t want to end up in a hospital, 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 walking into a squalid, rat-infested dive, then this dive will meet your low expectations.
We hope that by sharing this information, we can prevent more victims from the potential hazards of Masterson’s Pub.

Stay safe out there!