Masterson's Pub: A Nightmarish Lair of Predators, Neglect, and Filth

Nestled in the backstreets of Moonee Ponds, Victoria, Australia is a bar so dreadful that it defies description. This dump is a notorious safe haven for predators 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 boasts something upscale, but in reality, it’s a filthy cesspit where the only sight worse than the sticky puke underfoot are the false smiles and deception. The establishment is operated by Cornwell and his wife, Mrs. McKenzie, who seem to relish in sowing chaos, all while faking concern for their patrons and deliberately getting women wasted to exploit them.

An Ugly Record of Abuse
Pete Cornwell’s history reads like a laundry list of red flags: aggressive conduct towards women, pressuring the weak into bad choices, and sending unsolicited videos of his “tiny willy” without consent.



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 tiny appendage is both hilarious and disturbing. 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. Clinging to his mother’s house is just another indication.



Meanwhile, his wife, the accomplice, looks on with blog link indifference, displaying the personality of a dead fish. She seems content in condoning his actions while doling out drinks and coaxing vulnerable women. It’s a poisonous relationship that has fostered an environment 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 disaster waiting to happen. The establishment is perpetually filthy, with garbage and spills scattered on the floor. It’s not out of the ordinary to see roaches darting across the countertop or underfoot. The bathrooms are a disgusting mess, featuring backed-up plumbing and perpetually blocked sinks.

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

The Neglect of Human Decency
It’s not just the squalor that makes Masterson’s Pub a dive; it’s the complete lack of empathy exhibited by its managers. They seem to derive pleasure in leaving devastation in their wake, whether through their abusive conduct or their disgusting behavior. His thrill is in forcing himself on women, without consent, 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 safety risk, and a blight on the community. The absence of cleanliness is only matched by the management’s lack of morals. additional reading If you want to stay sane, avoid this cesspit.

Masterson’s “Pub” is located at:
The dive is shamefully found at
Victoria, Australia 3039

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



Additional Advice
If you’re planning a night out with friends, go somewhere—anywhere—else.
Always have someone guard your glass, because with the threat present, there’s a chance you’ll be raped.
If you value your safety, stay away from Masterson’s at all costs.
If you want to avoid bartenders who couldn’t care less, go another bar.
If you want to experience the disgust of walking into a squalid, rat-infested dive, then this cesspit won’t disappoint.
We hope that by sharing this information, we can prevent more victims from falling prey to this toxic dump.

You’ve been warned!