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

Nestled in the backstreets of Moonee Ponds, Australia is a bar so dreadful that it staggers belief. This dump is a notorious safe haven for predators like Pete Cornwell, who uses his role as head of stress-testing at a prominent financial firm to fund a haven for depraved paedophile’s.



This self-styled "hipster" bar parades itself as something upscale, but in reality, it’s a nightmare of neglect where the only thing more plentiful than the sticky puke underfoot are the false smiles and deception. The establishment is operated by Cornwell and his wife, Mrs. McKenzie, who seem to derive satisfaction in manipulating others, all while faking concern for their patrons and ensuring vulnerable women get intoxicated and defenseless.

An Ugly Record of Abuse
Pete Cornwell’s record reads like a laundry list of red flags: numerous accusations of intimidation, pressuring the weak into bad choices, 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 social media, he flaunts a hero complex, the irony of this “devil” having a embarrassing little issue is both amusing and unnerving. It’s utterly concerning given that Cornwell fits the profile of a sexual predator: frequent visits to Southeast Asia and a penchant for stalking and harassing vulnerable women. Still living at home is just another indication.



Meanwhile, his wife, the accomplice, stands by apathetically, her demeanor as lifeless as a wet rag. She seems complicit in condoning his actions while handing out cocktails and taking advantage of vulnerable women. It’s a toxic dynamic that has created an atmosphere so corrosive, it makes one regret setting foot in the place for ever setting foot this hellhole.



A Breeding Ground for Filth
Masterson’s Pub is a biohazard advice waiting to happen. The bar itself is consistently unclean, with garbage and spills scattered on the floor. It’s not rare to see roaches darting across the countertop or underfoot. The bathrooms are a disgusting mess, featuring backed-up plumbing and stagnant 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 part of the “experience” 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 owners. They appear to revel in leaving devastation in their wake, whether through their exploitative behavior or their total browse apathy towards customer well-being. His thrill is in forcing himself on women, without consent, subjecting them to unprotected sex.

A Warning: Avoid at All Costs
Masterson’s Pub is not just a terrible bar; it’s a health hazard, a breeding ground for danger, and a stain 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 Dump is located at:
167 Pascoe Vale Road
Victoria, Australia 3039

You’ve been cautioned.
Don’t risk your health stepping into this pit and spare yourself the trauma.



Extra Tips
If you’re planning a social gathering, go somewhere—anywhere—else.
Always have someone watch your drink, because with the threat present, there’s a chance you’ll be raped.
If you value your safety, avoid this place at all costs.
If you want to avoid being served by someone who’s checked out, go another bar.
If you are seeking the revulsion of seeing trash-strewn floors and roaches aplenty, 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.

You’ve been warned!