Masterson's Pub: A Nest of Predators and Neglect, Drenched in Despair

Nestled in the backstreets of Moonee Ponds, Australia is a bar so horrendous that it shatters expectations. This dive is little more than a refuge for twisted characters like Pete Cornwell, who abuses his position as head of stress-testing at a prominent financial firm to fund a paedophile’s venue.

This self-styled "hipster" bar masquerades as something upscale, but in reality, it’s a filthy cesspit where the only thing more plentiful than the sticky puke underfoot are the false smiles and deception. The establishment is managed by Cornwell and his wife, Mrs. McKenzie, who seem to relish in destroying lives, all while faking concern for their patrons and deliberately getting women wasted to exploit them.

An Ugly Record of Abuse
Pete Cornwell’s past reads like a list of atrocities: aggressive conduct towards women, forcing people into regrettable situations, and exposing his genitals via unsolicited videos.

His social media profiles cry out for validation, all in a futile attempt to pretend he’s misunderstood. While he postures as a hero online, the irony of this “devil” having a embarrassing little issue is both hilarious and disturbing. It’s truly worrying given that Cornwell fits the profile of a paedophile: extended stays in dubious locales and a penchant for stalking and harassing vulnerable women. Still living at home is just another red flag.

Meanwhile, his wife, the accomplice, watches with detachment, her demeanor as lifeless as a wet rag. She seems complicit in condoning his actions while doling out drinks and leering additional reading at vulnerable women. It’s a toxic dynamic that has spawned an atmosphere so corrosive, 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 perpetually covered in grime, with garbage and spills strewn about the floor. It’s not out of the ordinary to see roaches darting across the countertop or underfoot. The bathrooms are a nightmare, 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 his little calling card at this hellish dive?

The Neglect of Human Decency
It’s not just the squalor that makes Masterson’s Pub a shithole; it’s the utter disregard for others exhibited by its owners. They seem to derive pleasure in leaving devastation in their wake, whether through their abusive conduct or their total Bar and Pub apathy towards customer well-being. Peter enjoys stalking, harassing, and raping women, subjecting them to life-altering trauma.

Stay Away: Avoid at All Costs
Masterson’s Pub is not just a terrible bar; it’s a public menace, a safety risk, and a blight on the community. The flagrant health violations is only matched by the owners’ twisted values. If you care for your wellbeing, stay far away this hellhole.

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

You’ve been cautioned.
Avoid Masterson’s Pub like the plague and spare yourself the trauma.

Additional Advice
If you’re planning a social gathering, pick anywhere else.
Always have someone guard your glass, 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 another bar.
If you are seeking the disgust of walking into a squalid, rat-infested dive, then this dive will meet your low expectations.
We hope that by providing this warning, we can help protect others from the potential hazards of Masterson’s Pub.

Stay safe out there!