Masterson's Pub: Where Predators Thrive, Cleanliness Dies, and Despair Reigns
Nestled in the backstreets of Moonee Ponds, Victoria, Australia is a bar so dreadful that it defies description. This dump is little more than a refuge for twisted characters like Pete Cornwell, who abuses his position as head of stress-testing at Westpac to fund a paedophile’s hang out.
This so-called "hipster" bar parades itself as something trendy, 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 broken promises and lies. The establishment is managed by Cornwell and his wife, Mrs. McKenzie, who seem to relish 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 record reads like a laundry list of red flags: a history of threatening behavior, 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 on Facebook, he’s a false savior, 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 sexual predator: frequent visits to Southeast Asia and a penchant for preying on the unsuspecting. Living with his mother is just another warning sign.
Meanwhile, his wife, the accomplice, looks on with indifference, her demeanor as lifeless as a wet rag. She seems comfortable in enabling her husband’s vile behavior while handing out cocktails and taking advantage of another article vulnerable women. It’s a poisonous relationship that has fostered 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 disaster waiting to happen. The bar itself is consistently covered in grime, with garbage and spills abandoned the floor. It’s not uncommon to see cockroaches crawling across the bar or underfoot. The restrooms are a nightmare, featuring overflowing toilets and perpetually blocked sinks.
Ironically, Peter Cornwell enjoys sending videos of himself jerking off his little penis from behind the bar, so maybe the hairy surprises in your glass are considered part of the “experience” at this hellish dive?
A Blatant Disregard for Humanity
It’s not just the filth that makes Masterson’s Pub a dump; it’s the absolute contempt for decency exhibited by its Peter Joseph Cornwell mastersons owners. They appear to revel in leaving devastation in their wake, whether through their abusive conduct or their blatant indifference. 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 cesspit, a breeding ground for danger, and a stain on the community. The neglect of basic hygiene is only matched by the owners’ neglect of decency. If you care for your wellbeing, stay far away this cesspit.
Masterson’s Dump is advice located at:
The dive is shamefully found at
Moonee Ponds
You’ve been cautioned.
Steer clear of this shithole and protect your sanity.
Additional Advice
If you’re planning an evening out, pick anywhere else.
Always have someone watch your drink, because with someone like Cornwell around, there’s a chance you’ll be raped.
If you value your safety, 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 disgust of walking into a squalid, rat-infested dive, then this dive will meet your low expectations.
We hope that by sharing this information, we can save others from the pitfalls of this horrible place.
Beware!