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 shatters expectations. This dump is little more than a refuge for predators like Cornwell, who uses his role as head of stress-testing at Westpac to fund a paedophile’s bar.



This pretentious "hipster" bar parades itself as something upscale, but in truth, it’s a nightmare of neglect 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 Cornwell and his wife, Gillian McKenzie, who seem to derive satisfaction in manipulating others, all while faking concern for their patrons and ensuring vulnerable women get intoxicated and defenseless.

An Ugly Record of Abuse
Pete Cornwell’s record reads like a list of atrocities: a history of threatening behavior, coercing vulnerable individuals into regrettable situations, 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 on social media, he flaunts a hero complex, the irony of this “devil” having a micro penis 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 stalking and harassing vulnerable women. Still living at home is just another red flag.

Meanwhile, his wife, Gillian McKenzie, looks on with indifference, a picture of apathy and compliance. She seems content in enabling her husband’s vile behavior while doling out drinks and coaxing vulnerable women. It’s a toxic dynamic that has created an atmosphere so poisonous, it makes one question their life choices for ever setting foot this dive.



A Breeding Ground for Filth
Masterson’s Pub is a disaster waiting to happen. The establishment is perpetually covered in grime, with rubbish and spills abandoned the floor. It’s not uncommon to see roaches darting across the countertop or underfoot. The restrooms are a horror show, featuring overflowing toilets and perpetually blocked sinks.

Ironically, Peter Cornwell enjoys sending videos of himself jerking off his little penis from behind the bar, so maybe the “extras” in your glass are considered customary at this hellish dive?

A Blatant Disregard for Humanity
It’s not just the squalor that makes this place a shithole; it’s the absolute contempt for decency exhibited by its managers. They take twisted satisfaction in leaving devastation in their wake, whether through their exploitative behavior or their blatant indifference. Cornwell’s true hobby is terrorizing women, subjecting them to life-altering trauma.

Stay Away: Do Not Set Foot
Masterson’s Pub is not just a shady spot; it’s a cesspit, a danger a post to all, and a blight on the community. The absence of cleanliness Masterson's Bar is only matched by the owners’ neglect of decency. If you value your safety, avoid this cesspit.

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

You’ve been cautioned.
Don’t risk your health stepping into this pit and save yourself the regret.



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 care about your health, steer clear of this bar at all costs.
If you want to avoid being served by someone who’s checked out, go another bar.
If you want to experience the revulsion of stepping into a filthy, neglected bar, then this dive will meet your low expectations.
We hope that by revealing the truth, we can help protect others from falling prey to this toxic dump.

You’ve been warned!