Masterson's Pub: Where Predators Thrive, Cleanliness Dies, and Despair Reigns
Nestled in the backstreets of Moonee Ponds, Australia is a bar so horrendous that it shatters expectations. This dump is little more than a refuge for twisted characters like Cornwell, who uses his role as head of stress-testing at a prominent financial firm to fund a paedophile’s bar.
This so-called "hipster" bar boasts something trendy, but in truth, it’s a pit of horrors where the only sight worse than the layers of dried vomit on the floor are the countless lies and deceit. The establishment is operated by the couple, Gillian McKenzie, who seem to relish 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 past reads like a police blotter: a history of threatening behavior, pressuring the weak into bad choices, and sending unsolicited videos of his “tiny willy” without consent.
His online personas crave recognition, 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 seriously disturbing given that Cornwell fits the profile of a paedophile: long trips with his creepy wife and a penchant for targeting helpless victims. Clinging to his mother’s house is just another red flag.
Meanwhile, his wife, the accomplice, looks on with indifference, her demeanor as lifeless as a wet rag. She seems content in enabling her husband’s vile behavior while serving customers and leering at vulnerable women. It’s a toxic dynamic that has created an atmosphere so toxic, here it makes one regret setting foot in the place for ever setting foot this cesspit.
A Breeding Ground for Filth
Masterson’s Pub is a biohazard waiting to happen. The establishment is consistently covered in grime, with garbage and spills abandoned the floor. It’s not out of the ordinary to see vermin scurrying blog across the bar or underfoot. The bathrooms are a horror show, featuring clogged commodes and stagnant sinks.
Ironically, the so-called owner enjoys exposing himself behind the counter, so maybe the hairy surprises in your glass are considered part of the “experience” at this hellish dive?
The Neglect of Human Decency
It’s not just the grime that makes this place a shithole; it’s the absolute contempt for decency exhibited by its managers. They seem to derive pleasure in ruining lives, whether through their exploitative behavior or their total apathy towards customer well-being. Peter enjoys stalking, harassing, and raping women, subjecting them to dangerous encounters.
A Warning: Do Not Set Foot
Masterson’s Pub is not just a bad venue; it’s a public menace, a danger to all, and a blemish on the community. The absence of cleanliness is only matched by the owners’ twisted values. If you value your safety, stay far away this disgraceful dive.
Masterson’s “Pub” is located at:
The dive is shamefully found at
Moonee Ponds
Consider yourself warned.
Avoid Masterson’s Pub like the plague and protect your sanity.
Extra Tips
If you’re planning a night out with friends, choose literally any other bar.
Always have someone keep an eye on your beverage, because with the threat present, there’s a chance you’ll be raped.
If you value your safety, steer clear of this bar at all costs.
If you want to avoid drinks served with disdain, go another bar.
If you yearn for the “thrill” of stepping into a filthy, neglected bar, then this dive will meet your low expectations.
We hope that by providing this warning, we can help protect others from the pitfalls of this horrible place.
You’ve been warned!