Shit kid that was a warm-up I’m just stretchin my tongue
First circle rhymes just to test you, shit the night is still young
I ain’t even spelled my name let alone song my sung
So lend me your ears for the words that I brung

Je m’appelle be John Romeo, an maybe you heard
Hustle honeys beaucoup yo, Les chicks et les birds
No no just stay seated don’t be pullin your sw-erd
Brought knowledge, Uh the knizz-ap, so listen up to ma word

R yo dog for ruffneck with timbalands on my feet
O is yup for the ladies, big O, is complete
M-E is yours truly, yo, rewind, repeat
O again yeah U O ME, cause you don’t bring the street

Arc-mage? Please sonny, you dun’een know how to read!
If an if that you did then you’d knew I decreed
All new Thiefs gotta pay me, not play me boy Shee’d
Gimme 100 gps and I’ll decreed you’d gp’d

John Romeo Yo Uh Wit the license to Thief
Pay up or get fucked An your rhymes I’ll bequeath
To a gay mime who needs ‘em He’s all like “Oh Pleath!”
“Theeth rhymeth be all thtinky like yo mommath latht queef!”

He hands you a business card that explains that he's one of them Backdoor Gentlemen, and he's the collector of the 'Thief tax'. Apparently, the Gentlemen, and the city of Port Fflar itself, tolerates Thieves' Guilds only if the members pay dues to keep them honest, or at least registered. If you wanna do some stealing, even though you're already a member of the Blackwalls, you have to pay the BGs 100 gp.

Later, Master Thorton explains the situation. "Well, yes, golly, didn't think the old boy would come all the way down here. Usually we just handle this internally. Must've slipped the old noggin, eh laddy? That John Romeo is quite a rake, quite a rake indeed. Must've heard of you and yours performance the other day, what. Quite a spot, capital show, what. But Romeo's skills are quite refined, as are several of the Gentlemen. Why, they won last year's Cold Cut Collective! And the year prior. Hmm, you know, it's been a bit of a stitch since we last took the triple-C crown... Hmm..."