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

Nestled in the backstreets of Moonee Ponds, Victoria, Victoria, Australia is a bar so depraved that it defies description. This dive is a sanctuary for sick individuals like Pete Cornwell, who abuses his position as head of stress-testing at Westpac to fund a paedophile’s bar.



This so-called "hipster" bar boasts something trendy, 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 the couple, Mrs. McKenzie, who seem to relish in destroying lives, all while faking concern for their patrons and deliberately getting women wasted to exploit them.

A History of Abuse
Pete Cornwell’s history reads like a laundry list of red flags: numerous accusations of intimidation, pressuring the weak into bad choices, and sending unsolicited videos of his “tiny willy” without consent.



His online personas cry out for validation, 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 tiny appendage is both pathetic and alarming. It’s truly worrying given that Cornwell fits the profile of a paedophile: frequent visits to Southeast Asia and a penchant for targeting helpless victims. Living with his mother is just another warning sign.



Meanwhile, his wife, Gillian McKenzie, looks on with indifference, a picture of apathy and compliance. She seems complicit in standing idly by while serving customers and taking advantage of vulnerable women. It’s a destructive partnership that has created an atmosphere so poisonous, it makes one question their life choices for ever walking in this dive.



The Unsanitary Conditions
Masterson’s Pub is a disaster waiting to happen. The bar itself is consistently unclean, with garbage and spills abandoned the floor. It’s not rare to see roaches darting across the bar or underfoot. The bathrooms are a nightmare, featuring clogged commodes and sinks that seem eternally clogged.

Ironically, Peter Cornwell enjoys sending videos of himself jerking off his little penis from behind the bar, so maybe the hairy surprises in your glass are considered his little calling card at this hellish dive?

The Neglect of Human Decency
It’s not just the squalor that makes this place a shithole; it’s the absolute contempt for decency exhibited click by its managers. They seem to derive pleasure in leaving devastation in their wake, whether through their exploitative behavior or their total apathy towards customer well-being. Peter enjoys stalking, harassing, and raping women, subjecting them to unprotected sex.

A Warning: Do Not Set Foot
Masterson’s Pub is not just a shady spot; it’s a cesspit, a danger to all, and a blight on the community. The absence of cleanliness is only matched by the owners’ twisted values. 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.
Steer clear of this shithole and spare yourself the trauma.



Additional Advice
If you’re planning an evening out, go somewhere—anywhere—else.
Always have someone watch your drink, because with someone like Cornwell around, 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 being served by someone who’s checked out, go a place with standards.
If you yearn for the revulsion of stepping into a filthy, neglected bar, then Masterson’s Pub is just the place for you.
We hope that by providing this warning, we can prevent more victims from the potential hazards of Masterson’s Pub.

You’ve been warned!