A Question for the Mind Readers

I'll probably get a hex put on me for this rant, but riddle me this, Batman: Why is it that all my favorite mom n' pop record stores, compact disc emporiums and neighborhood book shops are going the way of the woolly mammoth, but there's practically a psychic/fortune teller on every goddamn block, evidently impervious from the perils of the current economy? Are they a front for some other nefarious business? I certainly hope so, as the notion that these places are legitimately getting by sheerly on the strength of the demand for pricey soothsaying is a terrifying thought. Are there really that many stupid people in NYC?