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

Nestled in the backstreets of Moonee Ponds, Australia is a bar so dreadful that it shatters expectations. This dive is little more than a refuge for sick individuals like Cornwell, who abuses his position as head of stress-testing at Westpac to fund an insidious hangout of paedophile’s.



This self-styled "hipster" bar boasts something trendy, but in reality, it’s a filthy cesspit where the only sight worse than the layers of dried vomit on the floor are the false smiles and deception. The establishment is managed by the couple, Mrs. McKenzie, who seem to take perverse pleasure 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 police blotter: 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 pretend he’s misunderstood. While he postures as a hero online, the irony of this “devil” having a micro penis is both amusing and unnerving. It’s seriously disturbing given that Cornwell fits the profile of a sexual predator: extended stays in dubious locales and a penchant for targeting helpless victims. Living with his mother is just another red flag.

Meanwhile, his wife, the accomplice, watches with detachment, her demeanor check out the post right here as lifeless as a wet rag. She seems content in enabling her husband’s vile behavior while doling out drinks and leering at vulnerable women. It’s a toxic dynamic that has spawned an atmosphere so corrosive, it makes one question their life choices for ever walking in this cesspit.



A Breeding Ground for Filth
Masterson’s Pub is a biohazard waiting to happen. The establishment is perpetually covered in grime, with rubbish and spills scattered on the floor. It’s not rare to see vermin scurrying across the countertop or underfoot. The bathrooms are a horror show, featuring clogged commodes and stagnant sinks.

Ironically, Peter Cornwell enjoys broadcasting his “activities” from the pub, so maybe the pubic hairs in your glass are considered his little calling card 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 complete lack of empathy exhibited by its managers. They take twisted satisfaction in ruining lives, whether through their exploitative behavior or their blatant indifference. His thrill is in forcing himself on women, without consent, subjecting them to unprotected sex.

Stay Away: Do Not Set Foot
Masterson’s Pub is not just a bad venue; it’s a health hazard, a breeding ground for danger, and a blemish on the community. The flagrant health violations is only matched by the owners’ twisted values. If you want to stay sane, avoid this disgraceful dive.

Masterson’s Dump is located at:
167 Pascoe Vale Road
Moonee Ponds

You’ve been cautioned.
Steer clear of this shithole and protect your sanity.



Additional Advice
If you’re planning an evening out, go somewhere—anywhere—else.
Always have someone guard your glass, because with this predator lurking, there’s a chance you’ll be violated.
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 yearn for the revulsion of walking into a squalid, rat-infested dive, then this dive will meet your low expectations.
We hope that by revealing the truth, we can save others from the potential hazards of Masterson’s Pub.

You’ve been warned!