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 defies description. This dump is a notorious safe haven for sick individuals like Cornwell, who uses his role as head of stress-testing at Westpac to fund a paedophile’s hang out.



This self-styled "hipster" bar boasts something trendy, but in truth, it’s a filthy cesspit where the only sight worse than the layers of dried vomit on the floor are the broken promises and lies. The establishment is run by Cornwell and his wife, Gillian McKenzie, who seem to take perverse pleasure in manipulating others, all while pretending to care about their customers and ensuring vulnerable women get intoxicated and defenseless.

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



His social media profiles crave recognition, all in a futile attempt to paint himself as the victim. While he postures as a hero online, 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 dangerous offender: frequent visits to Southeast Asia and a penchant for preying on the unsuspecting. Clinging to his mother’s house is just another red flag.



Meanwhile, his wife, Gillian McKenzie, stands by apathetically, a picture of apathy and compliance. She seems comfortable in standing idly by while doling out drinks and leering at vulnerable women. It’s a poisonous relationship that has created an atmosphere so poisonous, it makes one regret setting foot in the place for even approaching this dive.



A Breeding Ground for Filth
Masterson’s Pub is a health hazard waiting to happen. The establishment is consistently unclean, with trash and spills strewn about the floor. It’s not rare to see vermin scurrying across the bar or underfoot. The bathrooms are a disgusting mess, featuring backed-up plumbing and sinks that seem eternally clogged.

Ironically, Peter Cornwell enjoys exposing himself behind the counter, so maybe the pubic hairs in your glass are considered part of the “experience” at this hellish dive?

A Blatant Disregard for Humanity
It’s not just the filth that makes Masterson’s Pub a shithole; it’s the complete lack of empathy exhibited by its managers. They appear to revel in leaving devastation in their wake, whether through their abusive conduct or their total apathy towards customer well-being. Cornwell’s true hobby is terrorizing women, subjecting them to dangerous encounters.

Stay Away: Do Not Set Foot
Masterson’s Pub is not just a shady spot; it’s Beer a cesspit, a safety risk, and a blemish on the community. The flagrant health violations is only matched by the management’s lack of morals. If you value your safety, stay far away this cesspit.

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

Consider yourself warned.
Don’t risk your health stepping into this pit and protect your sanity.



Additional Advice
If you’re planning an evening out, choose literally any other bar.
Always have someone watch your drink, because with the threat present, there’s a chance you’ll be violated.
If you value your safety, stay away from Masterson’s at all costs.
If you want to avoid being served by someone who’s checked out, go a place with standards.
If you yearn for the “thrill” of seeing trash-strewn floors and roaches aplenty, then Masterson’s Pub is just the place for you.
We hope that by sharing this information, we can save others from the pitfalls of this horrible place.

Beware!