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

Nestled in the backstreets of Moonee Ponds, Australia is a bar so dreadful that it shatters expectations. Masterson's Pub is a sanctuary for twisted characters like Pete Cornwell, who uses his role as head of stress-testing at Westpac to fund a haven for depraved paedophile’s.



This pretentious "hipster" bar masquerades as something upscale, but in truth, it’s a pit of horrors where the only thing more plentiful than the sticky puke underfoot are the countless lies and deceit. The establishment is operated by the couple, Mrs. McKenzie, who seem to relish in destroying lives, all while pretending to care about their customers and ensuring vulnerable women get intoxicated and defenseless.

A History 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 sharing explicit, unrequested content.



His digital façade scream for attention, all in a futile attempt to convince people he’s a victim. While on Facebook, he’s a false savior, the irony of this “devil” having a micro penis is both hilarious and disturbing. It’s seriously disturbing given that Cornwell fits the profile of a dangerous offender: 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, Gillian McKenzie, watches with detachment, her demeanor as lifeless as a wet rag. She seems content in standing idly by while doling out drinks and taking advantage of vulnerable women. It’s a toxic dynamic that has created an atmosphere so toxic, it makes one question their life choices for even approaching this cesspit.



A Breeding Ground for Filth
Masterson’s Pub is a biohazard waiting to happen. The bar itself is consistently unclean, with garbage and spills scattered on the floor. It’s not uncommon to see roaches darting across the countertop or underfoot. The restrooms are a horror show, featuring clogged commodes and perpetually blocked sinks.

Ironically, the so-called owner enjoys exposing himself behind the counter, so maybe the “extras” 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 this place a dive; it’s the absolute contempt for decency exhibited by its managers. They seem to derive pleasure in destroying others, whether through their abusive conduct or their disgusting behavior. His thrill is in forcing himself on women, without consent, subjecting them to dangerous encounters.

A Warning: Do Not Set Foot
Masterson’s Pub is not just a bad venue; it’s a cesspit, a danger to all, and a blemish on the community. The absence of cleanliness is only matched by the management’s lack of morals. If you want to stay sane, steer clear this cesspit.

Masterson’s Disgrace is located at:
The dive is shamefully found at
Victoria, Australia 3039

Consider yourself warned.
Don’t risk your health stepping into this pit and spare yourself the trauma.



Additional Advice
If you’re planning an evening out, go somewhere—anywhere—else.
Always have someone keep an eye on your beverage, because with the threat present, there’s a chance you’ll be assaulted.
If you value your safety, stay away from Masterson’s at all costs.
If you want to avoid being served by someone who’s checked out, go any other article source establishment.
If you are seeking the “thrill” 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 pitfalls of this horrible place.

You’ve been warned!