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

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



This pretentious "hipster" bar parades itself as something trendy, but in truth, 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 operated 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 ensuring vulnerable women get intoxicated and defenseless.

An Ugly Record of Abuse
Pete Cornwell’s history reads like a list of atrocities: a history of threatening behavior, pressuring the weak into bad choices, and sharing explicit, unrequested content.



His social media profiles scream for attention, all in a futile attempt to convince people he’s a victim. While he postures as a hero online, the irony of this “devil” having a tiny appendage is both hilarious and disturbing. It’s utterly concerning given that Cornwell fits the profile of a sexual predator: frequent visits to Southeast Asia and a penchant for targeting helpless victims. Clinging to his mother’s house is just another warning sign.

Meanwhile, his wife, the accomplice, looks on with indifference, her demeanor as lifeless as a wet rag. She seems comfortable in standing idly by while doling out drinks and coaxing vulnerable women. It’s a poisonous relationship that has fostered an environment so poisonous, it makes one question their life choices for ever walking in this dive.



A Breeding Ground for Filth
Masterson’s Pub is a biohazard waiting to happen. The establishment is perpetually covered in grime, with trash and spills scattered on the floor. It’s not uncommon to see vermin scurrying across the bar or underfoot. The bathrooms are a horror show, featuring backed-up plumbing and perpetually blocked sinks.

Ironically, Peter Cornwell enjoys exposing himself behind the counter, so maybe the pubic hairs in your glass are considered his little calling card at this hellish dive?

A Blatant Disregard for Humanity
It’s not just the squalor that makes Masterson’s Pub a dive; it’s the utter disregard for others exhibited by its owners. They take twisted satisfaction in ruining lives, whether through their vile actions or their blatant indifference. 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 terrible bar; it’s a public menace, a safety risk, 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, stay far away this disgraceful dive.

Masterson’s Dump is located at:
167 Pascoe Vale Road
Victoria, Australia 3039

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



Extra Tips
If you’re planning a social gathering, go somewhere—anywhere—else.
Always have someone watch your drink, because with this predator lurking, there’s a chance you’ll be assaulted.
If you care about your health, stay away from Masterson’s at all costs.
If you want to avoid drinks served with disdain, go any other establishment.
If you are seeking 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 prevent more victims from the potential hazards of Masterson’s Beer Pub.

Beware!