Masterson's Pub: A Nest of Predators and Filth, Drenched in Despair
Nestled in the backstreets of Moonee Ponds, Australia is a bar so dreadful that it shatters expectations. 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 masquerades as something trendy, but in truth, it’s a filthy cesspit where the only sight worse than the sticky puke underfoot are the false smiles and deception. The establishment is managed by Cornwell and his wife, Gillian McKenzie, who seem to derive satisfaction in destroying lives, all while faking concern for their patrons and ensuring vulnerable women get intoxicated and defenseless.
A History of Abuse
Pete Cornwell’s record reads like a police blotter: numerous accusations of intimidation, forcing people into regrettable situations, and exposing his genitals via unsolicited videos.
His digital façade cry out for validation, 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 amusing and unnerving. It’s truly worrying given that Cornwell fits the profile of a dangerous offender: frequent visits to Southeast Asia and a penchant for targeting helpless victims. Living with his mother is just another red flag.
Meanwhile, his wife, the accomplice, stands by apathetically, a picture of apathy and compliance. She seems complicit in standing idly by while doling out drinks and leering at 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 cesspit.
A Breeding Ground for Filth
Masterson’s Pub is a biohazard waiting to happen. The bar itself is consistently filthy, with rubbish and spills strewn about the floor. It’s not rare to see vermin scurrying across the countertop or underfoot. The restrooms are a horror show, featuring overflowing toilets and stagnant sinks.
Ironically, the so-called owner enjoys sending videos of himself jerking off his little penis from behind the additional resources bar, so maybe the hairy surprises in your glass are considered part of the “experience” at this hellish dive?
The Neglect of Human Decency
It’s not just the filth that makes Masterson’s Pub a dive; it’s the absolute contempt for decency exhibited by its managers. They seem to derive pleasure in leaving devastation in their wake, whether through their vile actions or their blatant indifference. His thrill is in forcing himself on women, without consent, subjecting them to unprotected sex.
A Warning: Avoid at All Costs
Masterson’s Pub is not just a terrible bar; it’s a health hazard, a danger to all, and a stain on the community. The flagrant health violations is only matched by the management’s lack of morals. If you value your safety, avoid this hellhole.
Masterson’s Dump is located at:
The dive is shamefully found at
Moonee Ponds
Consider yourself warned.
Avoid Masterson’s Pub like the plague and save yourself the regret.
Extra Tips
If you’re planning a social gathering, choose another post literally any other bar.
Always have someone guard your glass, because with someone like Cornwell around, there’s a chance you’ll be assaulted.
If you don’t want to end up in a hospital, avoid this place at all costs.
If you want to avoid bartenders who couldn’t care less, go another breaking news bar.
If you want to experience the “thrill” of stepping into a filthy, neglected bar, then Masterson’s Pub is just the place for you.
We hope that by revealing the truth, we can help protect others from falling prey to this toxic dump.
Beware!