OMG
Thank goodness it's not my daughter nor either granddaughter.
This is the sort of stuff one once associated with the bottom rungs of the third world, and I mean the bottom: dignity used to be something that the poor had, and begging was a last resort, or due to parental disf¡gurings and distortions made to force a life of professional begging.
During my trip to Palma last week I discovered a new technique: I walked past this guy on the pavement, on his knees and doing what I'd imagined to be his prayerful duty before or after having a drink. Mistake: as I walked later on the other side of the road, there was his clone, same position, and also with a plastic cup held out in his hands. He was equipped with pads for elbows and knees. An entire kit, then. It may be a new technique, but it certainly didn't work very well, because I imagined he was, as I indicated, praying.
I have sympathy for those with no alternatives, but not for those who do it as fashion statement.
Reminds me of the 70s jokes about the western hippies 'doing' India on an Amex card.
Rob