Indeed. The one and only time I’ve been to S.F. I remember a tatooed, apparently well-fed young man on the sidewalk holding a puppy, gripping its front leg and threatening to break the pup’s leg if passersby didn’t throw him some money.
There were other panhandlers of course, but I’ll never forget this scumbag.
I lived in San Francisco in the 60’s, then visited frequently until the mid 80’s. In 95, I went back for a few days, went over to Powell and Market to catch a cablecar, and was literally mobbed by about fifty homeless demanding money. Pretty sad what it’s come to, used to be a great place.