While searching the want ads last night for still another 1980s Ibanez to throw on my guitar pile I found a guy on Craigslist selling a 1957 Gibson Les Paul.

He’s asking $145,000.

But for those who don’t have the six-figure nut required to land this rare and curvy playtoy permanently, the seller is offering Plan B:

“If you would like to see this guitar in person and play it, a one hour inspection appointment can be made for a $500 fee,” says the seller, identified in the ad only as “John” from Northern Virginia.

Turns out that $500 is the same rate Johns were charged by Magic Lizzie, the Laurel madam busted on Wednesday for allegedly converting her apartment into a whorehouse. And Magic Lizzie provides something called “full-effect companionship” for her fee.

Lizzie, cops say, bragged in her advertisements that her appointments were held in “a sacred environment of pristine beauty so that you may enjoy a haven away from your own distractions.”

That’s damn close to how I’d describe a good guitar store. And I think I’d feel an equal amount of regret after spending $500 for an hour with either Les or Lizzie.