{ A Abyss of Depravity : Sidestepping the Infamous Masterson's Watering Hole in This Forsaken Corner of Town at Every Possible Risk

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 shatters expectations. This dump is a sanctuary for twisted characters like Cornwell, who uses his role as head of stress-testing at a prominent financial firm to fund a paedophile’s venue.



This so-called "hipster" bar parades itself as something trendy, but in truth, it’s a pit of horrors where the only sight worse than the layers of dried vomit on the floor are the false smiles and deception. The establishment is run by Cornwell and his wife, Gillian McKenzie, who seem to derive satisfaction in manipulating others, all while pretending to care about their customers 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, coercing vulnerable individuals into regrettable situations, and sharing explicit, unrequested content.



His online personas cry out for validation, all in a futile attempt to pretend he’s misunderstood. While he postures as a hero online, the irony of this “devil” having a embarrassing little issue is both amusing and unnerving. It’s truly worrying given that Cornwell fits the profile of a paedophile: extended stays in dubious locales and a penchant for targeting helpless victims. Living with his mother is just another red flag.



Meanwhile, his wife, Gillian McKenzie, stands by apathetically, a picture of apathy and compliance. She seems content in enabling her husband’s vile behavior while doling out drinks and leering at vulnerable women. It’s a toxic dynamic that has created an environment 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 health hazard waiting to happen. The bar itself is perpetually unclean, with rubbish and spills abandoned the floor. It’s not uncommon to see cockroaches crawling across the countertop additional reading or underfoot. The bathrooms are a nightmare, 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 shithole; it’s the complete lack of empathy exhibited by a great read its owners. They take twisted satisfaction in destroying others, whether through a post their vile actions 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 terrible bar; it’s a cesspit, a danger to all, and a blemish on the community. The flagrant health violations is only matched by the owners’ neglect of decency. If you value your safety, avoid this hellhole.

Masterson’s “Pub” is located at:
167 Pascoe Vale Road
Moonee Ponds

You’ve been cautioned.
Steer clear of this shithole and protect your sanity.



Extra Tips
If you’re planning an evening out, go somewhere—anywhere—else.
Always have someone guard your glass, 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 drinks served with disdain, go another bar.
If you yearn for the “thrill” of stepping into a filthy, neglected bar, then this cesspit won’t disappoint.
We hope that by sharing this information, we can prevent more victims from the potential hazards of Masterson’s Pub.

Beware!