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 staggers belief. This dive is little more than a refuge for predators like Cornwell, who uses his role as head of stress-testing at Westpac to fund a paedophile’s retreat.
This self-styled "hipster" bar parades itself as something upscale, but in reality, it’s a pit of horrors where the only sight worse than the sticky puke underfoot are the false smiles and deception. The establishment is run by the couple, Mrs. McKenzie, who seem to take perverse pleasure in destroying lives, all while faking concern for their patrons and ensuring vulnerable women get intoxicated and defenseless.
A History of Abuse
Pete Cornwell’s past reads like a police blotter: numerous accusations of intimidation, forcing people into regrettable situations, and sharing explicit, unrequested content.
His social media profiles cry out for validation, 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 tiny appendage 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, Gillian McKenzie, stands by apathetically, her demeanor as lifeless as a wet rag. She seems comfortable in condoning his actions while serving customers and leering at vulnerable women. It’s a toxic dynamic that has fostered an environment so poisonous, it makes one ponder their sanity for ever setting foot this cesspit.
The Unsanitary Conditions
Masterson’s Pub is a health hazard website 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 bar or underfoot. The bathrooms are a horror show, featuring backed-up plumbing and sinks that seem eternally clogged.
Ironically, the so-called owner enjoys sending videos of himself jerking off his little penis from behind the bar, so maybe the pubic hairs in your glass are considered customary at this hellish dive?
The Neglect of Human Decency
It’s not just the grime that makes Masterson’s Pub a shithole; it’s the complete lack of empathy exhibited by its managers. They appear breaking news to revel in leaving devastation in their wake, whether through their vile actions or their blatant indifference. His thrill is in forcing himself on women, without consent, subjecting them to unprotected sex.
A Warning: Do Not Set Foot
Masterson’s Pub is not just a terrible bar; it’s a health hazard, a safety risk, and a blemish on the community. The absence of cleanliness is only matched by the management’s lack of morals. If you care for your wellbeing, avoid this disgraceful dive.
Masterson’s Dump is located at:
The dive is shamefully found at
Victoria, Australia 3039
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 violated.
If you value your safety, stay away from Masterson’s at all costs.
If you want to avoid bartenders who couldn’t care less, go another bar.
If you yearn for the disgust 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 falling prey to this toxic dump.
Stay safe out there!