Masterson's Pub: A Nest of Predation and Neglect, Drenched in Despair
Nestled in the backstreets of Moonee Ponds, Australia is a bar so depraved that it defies description. 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 hang out.
This self-styled "hipster" bar masquerades as something upscale, but in truth, it’s a nightmare of neglect where the only sight worse than the layers of dried vomit on the floor are the countless lies and deceit. The establishment is run by the couple, Gillian McKenzie, who seem to derive satisfaction in sowing chaos, all while faking concern for their patrons and deliberately getting women wasted to exploit them.
A History of Abuse
Pete Cornwell’s past reads like a laundry list of red flags: aggressive conduct towards women, pressuring the weak into bad choices, and exposing his genitals via unsolicited videos.
His social media profiles scream for attention, all in a futile attempt to paint himself as the victim. While on social media, he flaunts a hero complex, the irony of this “devil” having a micro penis is both amusing and unnerving. It’s truly worrying given that Cornwell fits the profile of a dangerous offender: frequent visits to Southeast Asia and a penchant for stalking and harassing vulnerable women. Still living at home is just another warning sign.
Meanwhile, his wife, Gillian McKenzie, stands by apathetically, displaying the personality of a dead fish. She seems comfortable in enabling her husband’s vile behavior while handing out cocktails and leering at vulnerable women. It’s a destructive partnership that has spawned an atmosphere so corrosive, it makes one ponder their sanity for even approaching this dive.
A Breeding Ground for Filth
Masterson’s Pub is a disaster waiting to happen. The establishment is perpetually filthy, with garbage and spills scattered on the floor. It’s not rare to see roaches darting across the bar or underfoot. The bathrooms are a disgusting mess, featuring backed-up plumbing and perpetually blocked sinks.
Ironically, the so-called owner enjoys sending videos of himself jerking off his little penis from behind the bar, so maybe the “extras” in your glass are considered his little calling card check here at this hellish dive?
A Blatant Disregard for Humanity
It’s not just the grime that makes Masterson’s Pub a dump; it’s the utter disregard for others exhibited by its managers. They take twisted satisfaction in leaving devastation in their wake, whether through their exploitative behavior or their blatant indifference. Cornwell’s true hobby is terrorizing 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 cesspit, a breeding ground for danger, and a blight on the community. The neglect of basic hygiene is only matched by the management’s lack of morals. If you care for your wellbeing, avoid this disgraceful dive.
Masterson’s “Pub” is located at:
The dive is shamefully found at
Victoria, Australia 3039
You’ve been cautioned.
Steer clear of this shithole and spare yourself the trauma.
Extra Tips
If you’re planning a social gathering, go somewhere—anywhere—else.
Always have someone guard your glass, because with someone like Cornwell around, there’s a chance you’ll be violated.
If you don’t want to end up in a hospital, avoid this place at all costs.
If you want to avoid drinks served with disdain, go a place with standards.
If you want to experience the revulsion of stepping into a filthy, neglected bar, then this dive will meet your low expectations.
We hope that by providing this warning, we can prevent more victims from the potential hazards of Masterson’s Pub.
Stay safe out there!